I woke up at home and in bed, stunned, refreshed. Confused I did not remember leaving the rave, yet certain that I was more fully alive than I had ever been.
Quite the lucid dream, so I thought, as I snuggled myself in soft bed covers.
As instructed by friends, I allowed myself to rejuvenate by resting the entire day, listening to a pirate radio station they had pre-programmed for me, and indulging in serotonin and electrolyte-replacing snacks and beverages that were left for me upon drop-off.
Like morning dew upon a field of flowers and a peeping sun, I glistened with after-rave bliss.
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Raveolution
CasualeWhat happens when you're working for the "bad guy" and then go to a rave where your heart is blasted open in spiritual ecstasy? Well, for Jivana (who will turn into Raver J), it might involve a bit of a psychological crisis, the taking to an ancient...
