I was visiting this town
which was simultaneously
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.