This dream has been viewed 1924 times.Katie T., Laurette, and myself were travelling to a music festival in California. We were at a gas station/rest stop near Los Angeles when we decided to split up. Laurette said she was going to get some money and drive or fly there, and Katie and I decided that we were going to walk the remaining distance without any money. Upon leaving the stop, we meet a rasta-type guy who is driving a van of some sort. He is also going to the festival, and offers to give us a ride for 20 dollars. Before I can say anything, a blonde girl takes him up on his offer. Katie and I somehow get on a major interstate elevated highway that is four lanes wide. I knew that it was supposed to be a freeway outside of Los Angeles. We are walking up a long hill and there is absolutely no traffic. Occasionally, a car will drive over the horizion above and be airborn for several seconds. It is a scene similar to the video game Grand Theft Auto, with cars flying past in slow motion. I get my cell phone out to take a picture of a car in mid-air above me, and then try to take a video also. We are walking along the shoulder of the road, but it doesn't feel very safe. A light-blue van came over the hill and the driver, not paying attention, started driving toward us in the shoulder. I try to climb up on the barrier walls of the highway, but the van swerves before he reaches us.
When we reach the top of the hill, we are at some sort of a park, and there seems to be a road block - maybe due to road construction. There is a couple there that is mad about the inconvenience, and about not being able to find a good route to take. Katie talks to them and tells them to take the "zip", or the "zipper". Apparently this is some sort of by-pass that will get the couple where they are going. The couple acts like they know about it already, and seems ungreatful for the advice. After this, we are discussing a mine shaft that is supposedly in the area, perhaps called the Iron Mine Shaft. I think I was reading this information from some sort of plaque in the park. What I read was something like this:
"Take an adventureous path down the mine shaft to get to the festival, because in 1980 our drugs weren't so commercialized that we were willing to just sell our souls to Corperate America in order to get them." I was rather confused by this. Then I woke up.
Additional Comments:I recorded this dream at 7:27 am.
Upon googling zipper highway, it appears as if it is the name of a highway in Hawaii.
Last night, I started reading a book called Prometheus Rising, which was written in 1983 and talks some about the drugs of that time.
I also remembered a small snipit of a dream at 11:15, but all I can remember is driving a school bus with my friend Jeff.
I discussed mining yesterday with someone.