country fair

I'm supposed to be in a parade. My friend David and I are going to dance a contact improv piece in the parade. We're supposed to meet at 7:15, but when I get there the parade has already passed and I have missed my opportunity. I wander off disappointed.

I go to get food. There is a another man there I know. He has a baby with him, a three year old. A very big child but still developmentally an infant. He carries the baby around and dances with her. I am alternately attracted and repulsed by them.

I'm lost. I'm walking through this place lost looking for home. I've been dancing. I can feel the lovely presence in my flesh. I'm high on the dancing. But I need to get back to my camp. I'm wandering through this place confused. When I come out to open space a man says "I got you this far, you'll have to go the rest of the way on your own." I'm surprised and grateful. I didn't realize that he was helping me.

I can see Kidsville, my home, marked by a balloon bridge. I start heading towards Kidsville. I have to cross a wasteland of sand dunes and muddy bogs. I start trying to walk across the bog but realize that I won't make it across. The land is not stable enough, my feet keep sinking into the mud. So I turn back and head toward the sand dunes. I realize that I have gotten turned around. I'm not sure If I am still walking the same direction. I look around, walk around in circles trying to locate myself. Finally I recognize a place that I think is the opposite direction of kidsville from where I am. I turn around and start walking the other way.