RIVER WATER DREAM

A strange dream that was also a good dream. There was an outdoor area liken to a mountain resort. Beneath the mountains where the people camp and buy things. A building low to the ground where inside people are doing meditation and yoga. My friend, actress Sally Kirkland, who I haven't spoken with for a little while, is in the class. She crawls over and tells me she's invited Andrew Dice Clay to be a meditation partner. I'm looking around the people squatting and humming and moaning and looking for Dice, but can't find him. Sally says he's a real kick in the pants and recites a joke he'd told her. God if I could only remember that joke. Dialog in a dream's the first thing forgotten.

I then go around the building where there's a big river and waves crashing like rapids and people are enjoying themselves, and I'm in there too with all these locals to whom this place is home, and I say (paraphrasing), "I can't believe this place." I guess my wry tone evoked something and they say, "What do you mean?" And as I look at the clear blue (very blue) water I tell them, "You must understand, I'm used to Orange County Suburbia where I sit inside my house watching TV all day." They smile as the water bandies back and forth and we're having so much fun. It's like Heaven. 

But really it's a camp and I have a "sudden realization" that tomorrow we're (I'm part of a church group and Larry, the leader, is a nice guy but strict and anal) going hiking up the mountains. But I tell myself, "No way, I'm staying here and having fun in this river with these friendly people... Forget about hiking and camping and wiping my ass with rocks."