Author: uberbudgie





What a bizarre dream!



I dreamed that, for some reason, Larry of Burningman convinced the Boyscouts of America

to change their stance on allowing gays in the

scouts, and that, as a clincher for the deal, all

boyscouts received discounted tickets to Burning Man, and Burning Man had to be held somewhere

in the mountains of the Pacific west coast.



Due to fire regulations, there could not be any fires.

Everyone was freaking out trying to figure out how

they'd burn the man, and scoutmasters kept peeking into everyone's tents to see if everyone

was living up to the scout standards of cleanliness and wholesomeness.



The land was not flat, there were steep hills everywhere and lots of poison oak.



I decided not to return the next year.

Adamant

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