A peek behind the eyelids

A peek behind the eye lids and this is what I see.
It all starts on a hill, looking up I see gray rocks the size of buildings staring back at me, except they have no eyes, only faces.  We walk, me and a boy that is. I'm not sure of his name, only his size, and he is tall, with hair down past his ears. I follow him close behind as we walk on the faces of rocks up to the top, of whats unsure. I'm unsure. I don't know where I am and not too sure of what is waiting for me beyond these faces.  I only really have two options; to keep walking with this unnamed fella, or to turn around and walk down by myself. Without hesitation, I keep walking, up and up.
In the distance I hear the sounds of machines and people working. A reminder: we are deep in the wilderness with only trees to be seen. What and where are these machines?  I look at my feet as I walk, and the next time I look up I see old friends from high school and college, all boys, working, or perhaps playing. There is what seems to be a disassembled white jeep that they are rigging up. There are doors scattered, windows, and a ginger boy with hair to his shoulders welding some metal. I think to myself, how in the hell.... How did they get this jeep up here?
We keep walking...that is the boy and I.
Down the hill, to the other side, we end up in a field, that seems quite familiar to me. It appears to be some type of music festival. There are crowds of people, most of which I don't know by name. I stumble upon my family, aunts, uncles, cousins, all sitting in those portable chairs that people bring to BBQ's. Except it is not a BBQ, its more like a get drunk and celebrate type of gathering, a BYOB type of gathering. Most everyone I see has a beer in there hand, and a smile on there face. Laughing, drinking, chatting, throwing words back and forth as they sip down a nice cold one. To keep their hands from getting cold as they sit, in those damn portable chairs, they make use of coozie's, around their brews. Keeping them nice and cold, as the sun shines, and they sit. Sit and laugh. Sit and chat. Sit and sip on brews.
I am not talking, just observing. I don't have the power of voice, not just yet.
Silently, I continue to walk around the field, and suddenly, there are no longer all the people, there is no more field. There is no more laughter, portable chairs, cold beers and coozie's and I am in a mall. A mall of shoes. There are handfuls of shoe stores, shoes on tables, on shelves, shoes all around, surrounding me and my mom. My mom is the only one I know. In the mall full of shoes, my mom and I are the only ones shopping. Shopping for what, I'm not too sure, but it must be a pair of shoes. I don't remember needing shoes, or having shoes on my feet. I''m not too sure about my mom.
I wonder off as mom shops and make my way to the top floor of this shoe mall to find a room, wide open, with one boy, again a ginger, dancing. The floor is tiled, off white, the walls wooden brown. There is no one here that I see besides the ginger, dancing, to music that I don't hear. He is moving his hands making shapes, but not moving his body much. I watch. I don't dance. I'm not much of a dancer you could say. I stand, and observe. There are more people filling in. One girl is wearing a too-too, you know like the ballerina's do. Except it is not pink, but orange and black. Perhaps its halloween, but I don't see any masks. I do see faces, but can't seem to make them out. The ginger starts moving his feet, making his way to the girl, dancing, seductively, in the too-too. He is right behind her. I am sitting on the bar, watching. The girl bends over, moving her hips in big circles, shes got no panties on. Just the orange and black too-too, that shows off her skin, and her hips are swaying...to the music? I still can't her. The ginger standing behind her seems to be into her as he is calling animal calls, barking, loud, for me to hear, and the girl in the too-too. She must know she is turning him on, as she keeps moving her hips, around and around, getting excited too. He reaches towards her, cops a feel, and then walks towards me at the bar. All within an instant.
He stands behind me, as I sit. We pass looks back and forth but no words. When I look away from his eyes, I see a man, with dreads down to his chest, half well formed, and half not, walking towards us. I make eye contact, and think to myself he is pretty cute. "Hey, I'm Chris" he says. Still, eyes locked, I say my name is Julie. And the ginger behind me ...his name is Camden.
I'm Julie. I'm Julie. I introduced myself, behind my eye lids. My body begins to wake up as my eyes open to take in colors and shapes.
Was that all a dream?