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I had been walking with my friend Kelli… or maybe it started out with Hector actually… Anyway, we were in some dusty, strange city and neither of us knew anyone.  A young dude was walking behind us at one point and he was putting bullets into a gun.  Kelli (or Hector) kind of freaked a bit.  My first instinct was to stay calm, but obviously that was the wrong one because soon enough he was cocking the gun and me and Kelli (I think at this point it was indeed Hector) were on the run.  We tried to cut down strange places where he wouldn’t find us and ended up climbing through some city wilderness which was mostly a bunch of dusty weeds, some overgrown ivy.  But soon enough, after we felt we’d lost him, we found the theatre…  It was pretty dark, like a cave lit from within by moonlight, even though the only opening was through the front entrance.  That opening was massive and roundish… this is what made it seem like a cave - the entrance was quite irregular and wild.  Inside the space was large and multi-tiered.  There were girls so fair they almost seemed like albinos, and they were staging a ritual.  It was amazing, magnetic, silent, soft, potent.  I felt so happy to have found it, and yet now they were telling me that I had to leave because this ritual was only for girls.  I figured that has to be just a ridiculous thing they say to weed out the tourists.  I’m not a tourist!  And then I noticed there was at least one other young man there.  He was doing some construction work, doing some painting or something…

Anyway, we left the theatre, and walked around the neighborhood, which was an odd mix of corporate rococo. Many buildings that were nearly identical, and yet each completely different.  The buildings had massive, organic structures, they all looked like massive shells or tree limbs, but made out of smooth concrete with a shiny, almost opalescent surface! 

Later we returned to the theatre and they had painted it’s interior, and it seemed a lot smaller, more limited.  The construction/painter dude had done just a dreadful job.  One wall was burgundy, another had some unimaginative mural which was quite forgettable.  I was very saddened by this, but still felt the magical influence of the theatre we’d visited the night before with it’s mist and depth and ritual power.