The Stream
As always, what is within brackets (xxx?) is not to be taken literally, but is just to establish the correct atmosphere.
Begin: This dream opens into a conversation between myself and Poke Runyon about an event. I had a group of photographs of this event which was a festive gathering of Pagans and other compatible sorts. I do not know if Runyon looked at them or not, but I did show them to some other people, including (Stew Edwards?). The scenes were reminiscent of a mini Renaissance Fair, with most people in costumes of various sorts, although a few were wearing nothing at all. (Stew?) made a comment about something someone was doing in one of the pictures, but did not seem too interested.
There were a couple of flashes here where I was actually at the event among the people.
Next there was a scene standing above a narrow wooded valley with a moderately wide but shallow rocky stream flowing through it. On the side of the stream closest to me were some industrial buildings, mainly of concrete and of moderate size. There was some visible machinery, but they looked inactive, but still quite intact.
There was a scene on a shallow stream, perhaps the same one from the previous scene, but away from the buildings and in a flatter, less rocky area. The stream was about 50 feet wide but quite shallow, the water very clear and the bottom of rocks from 1/4 to 10 pounds or so. I stood with the stream to my left and the water flowing toward me at a moderate rate. just in front of me, coming down at a very steep angle, was a chute of concrete about 10 feet wide and extending up the embankment about 50 feet.
Water no more than a foot deep was flowing down this chute to a concrete pad on the stream bed and into the stream, The water came down quite smoothly but very fast. There were a number of people splashing around just at the bottom of the chute. A pair of men went splashing in with a steel frame stretcher with red and white canvas. Several people lifted (Neil Johnson?) from the water into the stretcher and he was carried away. Activity immediately resumed as I presume it had been, with young people climbing up the chute and sliding swiftly down to end in the stream with various degrees of splash, depending on their attitude.
End.
I do not recall ever meeting Poke Runyon (Magician / Writer / Director) but I well may have, as several dreams include his name without a "?" mark.
The buildings in this dream brought forward images of another dream in an identical setting, except that I was wandering through the building observing the machinery. It appeared to be milling machinery of some sort, including great metal buckets, conveyors, chutes, and large machines of unknown purpose. All was intact but rusty and had been abandoned for some time. I went out from the buildings and wandered from rock to rock in the stream. There were some rusty metal processing buckets and other machinery right downstream from the buildings, but otherwise it was just the stream, the rocks, and trees, all very normal. I do not recall what I was doing other than exploring, but the images are quite clear. I do not know the date of this dream, but it was reasonably recent. It was not recorded and likely was not remembered until the above dream provided the images that brought it forth.