Cicero the kitten was sleeping with his paws in my face, which I'm thinking gave me so much recall -- however, the order and sequence is really disjointed...
I went to a kind of wooded dormitory where I met a 20-something woman who was going to teach me meditation and psychic techniques. The structure was fairly well lit, and wooden, with lots of towels and blankets hanging everywhere. We had to keep moving around because the place was chaotic with other residents' activity. The setting didn't become Arcosanti, although I have the feeling it could have; instead it mostly was a large communal dormitory or fraternity house.
We started out in a black-and-white tiled kitchen, but then someone started dancing; there was an argument about where one could dance and we moved to a sleeping hall. There was another man and possibly another teacher. At one point, as I sat meditating and staring at the woman, a blue cube of light appeared around her head, and then her head disappeared (sort of like when you stare at something long enough and your eye gets tired and everything fades to a grey).
There was a kind of music video tribute to Eugene. There was a group of us, I think Jai L was there. The music was like "We Are the World," but the lyrics were about how moldy, and muddy the place is. There was a scene where we were all running through muddy pine fields in a downpour. And the song moved on to eco-hippies or something.... probably involving pedestrians stepping out into traffic and cyclists running stop signs.
Mark and I kept meeting gay couple friends and relations. I think we were meeting them at an amalgum of our parents' houses. There was a party going on, and I remember mixing drinks and putting together hors d'oeuvres. At one point, we were climbing over city building roofs and avoiding security cameras.
I ended up with a group in a Judy Garland style farm yard. George Takei was there. I was standing next to a stand of corn, working a wisteria vine (or else a thick bind-weed) out of the corn stalks. The vine was hairy and velcro-like, and it kept wanting to twist back up into the stalks. I managed to get the majority of the vine out.
I looked up into the sky, and a rainbow was forming. The colors became more saturated and a faint double rainbow appeared inside. It was shining, almost a full circle in the sky. I felt myself lifting and my toes dragged along the dusty ground. I might have said something to the crowd with George Takei, and then I was flying low over the ground under a triple rainbow.
I flew into a pine or fir forrest, and I caught glimpses of the rainbow circle through the boughs. A Jean-Micheal Jarre siren song, undulating between two piercing notes, echoed through the trees, and I rose higher into the growing green.
I've left out the id-driven bits. Which were fun.