Man, oh man, am I tired. Hey it's raining like crazy out there and I just saw lightning!

But it was certainly worth it.

Dreamgarden was spectacular! Gor, what a bunch of amazing creative performances. The Healing Sanctuary was beautiful-plushly padded, cushion piled floor, walls draped with lovely tapestries and gauzy curtains. A gold Buddha on a long altar set on real grass sod, surrounded by flowers, candles and offerings. Massage chairs and musicians... The musicians made a circle and drummed and sang and played a zillion lovely instruments. The circle got so big with all of us jamming away that it filled the room-there wasn't much room for healing! It was really fun. I played percussion on my legs, and did loon calls with my hands.

Whoops there's the thunder! Brrr... What a storm.

I wandered about looking at all the cool performances. Lots of Butoh dance and other bizarre sights. Hollys Strawberry Room, a cozy red nest of rich red velvet, red light and red strawberries. A satyr painting a giant landscape. I rounded a corner and beheld(on stage) four naked, white-painted men, sitting backs to the audience, bouncing rapidly up and down. Wild, staccato music accompanied their bouncing as they turned, revealing their hot pink codpieces(held on by nearly invisible straps) and made their way to the edge of the stagefront. There they squatted, like four bizarre living gargoyles, staring silently at the audience for a long moment-suddenly one of them flung his head to the side, emitting a strangling screeching noise. We all jumped. They proceeded to follow suite, twisting and turning their necks and gurgling painfully. After a while, two women appoached the stage, each bearing 2 long poles(like 10 or 12 feet long) The gargoyle-men took the poles and transformed into hunters, stalking to the back of the stage where we suddenly became aware of a 5th naked white(paint and codpiece) man, crouching in fetal position as the 4 polebearers surrounded him. They fixed their gigantic poles on his temples and cheeks, seemingly lifting him up to his feet and dragging him forward. It was really hard to watch. They turned him about in a weird grotesque dance until finally he stomped and they broke apart. He fell backwards, they caught him on the poles and threw him to the front of the stage again and again.

Butoh is a crazy, intense experience. The players are completely one with their performance, they completely become the raw emotion they are portraying. It's kind of hard to watch, like real suffering. Amazing.

Then I gave Jim Morrison reiki-well not really, but he did look a lot like him-hella cute, with great big soulful eyes... He traded me a very nice backrub and then I had to find mom's shoes buried under piles of stuff and we called it a night.

I got home about 1am and then had to get up and go to school in the morning. Thanks goodness for Ben, my wondrously willing(for a tired guy) chauffer.

Lomi Lomi all day, fantastic, but exhausting...

Man, my back hurts. We did a Round Robin-a continuous circle of massage(10 people on the tables 10 people massaging) until everyone had massaged everyone else in the circle. SSsssweeeet.

Tomorrow I have to go to morning class and evening class... 9 in the morning to 10 at night. Sigh...

At least D gets home tomorrow.

Hurray! Missed that boy.