dance magic

magical pyramidal houses built into the cliffside. wishing i had my camera, planning to take a walk later and take some photos with brad and jewel. trying to find the cabin i am renting for my birthday party on NW 23rd ave.  pick up some groceries for the party, stop for gas, brad has been driving and has adjusted the steering wheel so high it is over my head, and very hard to steer. i am all over the road, and yelling at him to help e fix the steering wheel, but he doesn't seem to know what i am talking about. then the brakes are not working either! we finally stop at an old gas station. they are remodeling, but agree to fix my brakes. the guy thinks he knows me from somewhere, maybe sufi camp? but i have never gone... we see some belly dancers, and they lead us into a strange, secret and magical building, where there is music and dancing, and costumes and props everywhere. i am wearing my dance togs, but they are old, worn out and falling apart.  the dancers know me, but the only one i remember is from marissa mission. they are trying to get me to dance, but i am very sad and say no, i don't dance anymore. they say didn't diamond used to dance? and i say yes, but she isn't trained anymore.  very sad. i need to start dancing again!