Somehow or other, I stumble across a large house full of artsy hippies who are putting on various performances, all at the same time. Literally, right next to each other. They’re singing, playing music, performing street theater, etc. and there’s also a sumptuous spread of food. The hippies are all wearing outrageous and colorful costumes. “So all this was here, all this time, and I didn’t even know it?” I ask one. “Every Sunday,” he replied.
An old woman was in some kind of distress, so we all rushed over and helped her. Then everyone went right back to what they were doing.