The Political Prisoner

I find myself traveling to this farm where someone has been kept as a political prisoner. I realise that I have been here before, many years ago, the time when I first went to shambala festival, about 2002.

This prisoner has become an icon in the resistance movement, and has been attracting lots of followers who have been supporting what he stands for.


I find that being here again brings up a lot of emotional things for me, but in a good way, it reconnects me with a part of myself I have not been in touch with since way back then.

My brother joe meets me here, and we soak in the vibe. There's gona be some kind of musical performance, and talks, which we are looking forward to.
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I find myself cuddling up to this woman, because I am feeling lonely and in need of touch. She thinks immediately that I want sex, and disappears to get the right clothes on, etc,

She also gives me a prostitute, who is younger than her, and says I have to go with this prostitute first, before she will go with me. She assures me that she will be better sex than the prostitute, because she is older and more experienced. 

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We are driving through there mountains, and the lady who is driving me is going really fast, and I tell her she must slow down, because there is loads of ice on the roads, and we find our selves skidding all over the place.