They're kickin' in pretty good for me this year. They're usually at their most potent within the first few weeks that succeed being out there.

Last night I dreamt that there were deep, dark, cavernous caves underneath the playa built by some long vanished primordial civilization.

The entrances to them (sprinkled around the perimeter of the playa) had modern facades with painted tiling and cement steps leading down into the ground (like subway stations) but the further you descended into them the less broken bottles and grafitti you saw and they became more dark, eerie, and primitive.

Nobody really knew how far down these caves went or what might lie deep within them. Even the BORG LLC wasn't exactly sure of how to harness the strange psycho-magnetic currents that sizzled up from out of their depths.

And there were all of these archeological groups involved in a bunch of messy litigation, all vying to win bids on who got to explore, excavate, and ultimately make a lucrative museum out of the whole mystery.

Meanwhile I had a flashflight and just sort of poked around in them. I kept finding ancient artifacts of furry bmx bikes left from burns that happened centuries ago.