Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

I'm at a festival campout with my krew - the show is over and I'm packing up my tent. I'm talking to Herbox, a dear KF brother, JNK founder and fellow Grateful Dead lion dancer alongside me and the cfs. We are chatting about life and such, and Nico, the cub of two powerful JNK friends, is playing as we are collecting our things. We bid adieu and I head off to find my car. But it's gone. I realize that some sort of structure has been set up where I thought I parked it and that it must have been towed. I find the tow lot - it's a sloped dirt hill filled with cars. I use my remote key to try to get Darth to beep, but no luck. I'm sure it's there somewhere but I'm getting worried that the battery to my remote key is running low. 

I wake up mildly stressed and somewhat nostalgic. 

Psychoanalysis: Still processing post-fest life, obvs