You know those school-anxiety dreams where you show up in class, and discover there’s a test you weren’t expecting, or work-anxiety dreams that are similar? I had a burner-anxiety dream last night. I almost never remember my dreams, and this one seems funny enough to bear writing down.
In my dream, Gwen and I had gone to Burning Man as a last-minute thing (which should have tipped me off that I was dreaming). We were in a theme camp that had a TV playing a videotapeâ€¦which is a little weird, but hey, it’s Burning Manâ€”what isn’t weird? I was putting a bandana on my head, and realized I had left my belt pouch behind.
Then I realized I hadn’t brought even one change of clothes.
Then I realized I hadn’t brought any water.
Then I realized I hadn’t brought any food.
Then I realized we hadn’t had our tickets checked at Gate (another tip-off that I was dreaming), and I was pretty sure we didn’t have those either.
Gwen and I got into a bit of an argument over whether we should try to go back Reno to provision, or try to skate by as sparkle ponies, or just give up and go home. Since I was pretty sure we didn’t have our tickets, I was doubtful that we’d be able to get back in.
Then I woke up. It felt real while I was dreaming it.