There is a woman (reminds me of Jude, old friend from Australia), an older man, a young woman and me. We see a woman down below us release steam from a bottle. I hold the bottle of ours. The woman says we can do it also. It is a steel, slender canister. We move to another place. It is now night time.
We see three black, plastic tarps which are on the ground. The young woman has colored them in. Mine is an owl. The others have their pictures. I like mine.
Now there is a young woman instead of the older man? I imagine the steam/vapor will make us high and put us in an altered state.
I imagine the man will want to make love. I think about that. Maybe that will be good to ground me.
Earlier, I am a young man and knock at the older man’s door. He won’t let me in. He then has the (power) canister.
Feeling: nervous, excited
Feeling a bit emotional about leaving RV and moving into house.
