hermine_hesse

Mardi Gras
I am at Mardi Gras, but nothing looks like New Orleans. I am wearing a belly dancing top with sweat pants on bottom. I am not happy with my outfit. I look down and my sweat pants are now genie pants.

I am in an airport where I arrived after leaving Mardi Gras. I pick up a homeless person's cup (I'm not sure why there are homeless people in the airport) and sit down with the cup in front of me. Immediately, people start dropping change in it. Next, New Orleans-type gutter punks start sitting gathering around me and sitting down next to me. One has a guitar, and one has a bottle of liquor that he is passing around.

Fragments

• A road trip with me sister
• A lady with an armful of cotton candy
• Sorting through a food pantry that has cotton candy, textured vegetable protein, and cheetos in it.
• Sorting through clothes at the same airport. There are regular clothes, costumes, masks, and articles of clothing from my last Mardi Gras costume.

I am working a cash register. A man wants to buy "Propel White Wine." I point him to a vending machine, but he only wants to buy it form me. I look to a counter to the left of me and there are now plastic bottles of wine to sell.

Clay Masks and Concerts
Noelle, a group of friends, and I are at a rock concert. Our tickets don't look like tickets, they are a strip of photos from a photo booth. We put the strips of photos into this machine and it spits out a lump of clay. We have to put the clay on our faces to get into the concert. I keep having a hard time putting the clay on. I try going into a bathroom to wet the clay, but there are people taking a shower right inside the door. I go back and talk to my friends, then attempt to find a bathroom again. I see a sign pointing to another women's bathroom. It leads me into a parking lot, then down a strange corridor. I keep seeing picture signs indicating a women's bathroom this way. Eventually, I turn back and go back to the first bathroom. It is all cleared out now and I apply the clay to my face. I return to my friends. They are getting drinks at a bar, but Noelle is gone. During all this, my clothes keep constantly changing. My bestie Kaity rolls up in a wheelchair. "I've been looking for you," I say (even though it was Noelle I was actually looking for). She stands up out of the wheelchair, grabs all the bags hanging from it and starts walking outside.
The scenery outside looks very Burning Man. We all end up sitting in folding chairs arranged in a circle. One girl, instead of a shirt, is wearing only a leather stud collar with a strip of leather running between her breasts. She is talking to a guy sitting next to her and admonishes him for only paying attention to her breasts and not what she is saying.

Flying Fireballs
I am helping a middle-aged Japanese man put on some sort of play or production. It seems to be for some sort of test.Everyone is telling him to do things a certain way, and he does. I advise him that this may be his only chance to truly show everyone his inner world, so he should take no one's advice and do it all his way , regardless of the consequences.
The show is like a cartoon acid trip form Willy Wonka's Factory. There is music, explosions, and lots of strange creatures. There are these cute little guys like flying fireballs with cartoon faces and hands. I am now a water nymph in beautiful, white robes and end up battling the little fireball guys.

Creepy Furry Scence
I am seeing a dream in third person. It is a family's dinner scene. The mom, dad, and dinner guest who is their friend break out Furry Costumes to have sex with each other. One is dressed as a sock monkey. They invite their son to have sex with them. He refuses and storms out.