I was visiting this town which was simultaneously
Milan, Italy and the
little New Jersey town in
which I was born.
Well. There was this combination trolley/bicycle ride,
and I was going somewhere with this couple and some
very young guy who kept hugging me. Although the
ride itself was wonderful, I was concerned whether
this guy's affections were purely childlike (i.e.,
I was like a mother to him) or amorous. I was hoping
for the former.
I was a member of a cult and watching a
documentary
about it on TV. Somehow I was within the thing I
was seeing, so that
I could walk through doorways,
run around and see
what was happening, even though
the entire thing was a fiction and had nothing to
do with
the way things were in the actual cult.
The cult was very straight-laced, but the people in
this documentary were all left-over hippies, drugged
out, dressed in late-sixties styles, meditating, etc.
One guy seemed to be chanting AUM but was actually carrying
a mechanical device like a gyroscope/pulley business
that generated this LOUD hum. And that was good enough
for him, as far as meditation was concerned.