Witch Convention

A WTF dream... I'd been with Loci.

I'd taken a really powerful psychedelic... What a trip.   My dream dust was still crazy as I woke up... Feel like I'm still tripping.
I was in-between layers in London.   I'd thought I was home, as I'd wanted to dance and weave.

I realised I was a long way off and had to journey back only I was out of it, I met Mathew again...  He was in a few dreams a while back. 

He travelling with me but took me a different route.   I felt like I was on the ceiling and turning inside out.   I'd woken at a ferry stop with a luggage carousel. 

Next wake at 414

 

Long dream.  I'd forgotten the start my first recall is walking up to the encampment where we were expected.   It was a gathering of a sort of religious sect of witches.
Our clothing is unusual.   Blue skirts with a gathered hem and blue feathers at the bottom.
Various tents had displays and collections, books and tomes.   Talks and presentations. 

Most of the attendees were female.   I recall one male. 
The camp was being protected by my blood barrier... The guy kept checking it's integrity.
We were learning spells and chants in a language a little like Latin and stayed at the convention for a week.

Odd kaleidoscope effect, looking at blood and seeing the DNA.

Last dream was also long, but I didn't write to many notes.  A guy and a coffee machine.

It was Australia I belive and there was unusual animal hybrids, one female was a mix of tiger and kangaroo,   Bottom half kangaroo, and the head of a tiger which she could change to human. 

I was being shown around by a female guide, she'd taken me to meet the chimera woman and we all went to a café were a poetry slam was going on.