high above a campground/jungle gym
above the campground is varied embanked roofs with modern shingles and bars vertically and horizontal to swing on. that partial cover it and partially looked set up to swing between to me cuz i like to fly and jump in my dreams. i knew all the men in the dream or like 80% and the other 20 were friends of friend so people that wanted to talk to me. the whole event was like a week long camping trip with a period each day where we would play tag jumping and swinging between these rooves. i did a really good job got tagged some but made some crazy dodges and high flying jumps. this attracted attention from my friends who gave me praise, new friends who give me praise, women of interest that give me praise. then i can sit back and say hey i don’t want praise i’m just glad we all got to have a good weekend together and we could do mushrooms to bond.
This is my brains most charitable demonstration of captalism and its “meritocracy” for people around me.
so these is what i call my socialized jungle gym i’m meant to be in now or was in until depression+ covid.
this dream the further i went along the further i knew it was a dream so it became more lucid and controllable. i woke up and couldn’t go back.