worried travel

I meet Mike Stanton. We are playing music together. Feeling again of missing out. I arrive late to the end of a musical performance, everyone is in tears. I'm not sure what happened.

It evolves quickly into a yoga class.

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I'm traveling with friends and family. We are driving to France.

I meet 3 very strange beings. The first one has like a duck back, a cartoon face like Donald duck, the second one has thin floppy limbs, and eyes in its stomach, and the third one is like a psycodelic giant spider which is flat like a flying saucer 

All of them have this other worldly quality about them, as well as being utterly absurd.

It feels like I've been taken to another planet.

I touch the spider as it's the most approachable one, and it's makes the strangest noise, like it was happy someone paid it attention.

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I am at a quarry, asking for advice regarding a stone base for my sculpture.

I describe the head to the quarry manager, and he says, forget it. He indicates that I'm not going to sell what I'm describing to him, as it all looks too somber. He says it will look like a funeral. Way to serious. ...

I find my self able to push off some big pieces, which I can see can be made easily into abstracts.

This is more the thing to do.

I'm in a house, in the city. I've got to tell someone how to use my blender because I'm worried that it will get misused.

I'm worried about how my stuff is used.

Josh is there.

Im sad. Everything I do is morbid.