Dream dream , down the river, up the merely stream

Light show conference, traveling with protected existences, had questions in my head that I then re questioned, they became quite ASAP.

Conference was intense with respect and education and appreciation and inquisitiveness. Colors were oozing from the speaker, the dealer, and a fog machine too. Fake dream, how did the dream know this reality of mine?

Shareda parachute last minute, falling for days though. 

Landed in a unicorn festival, asked about books, books were illegal here, drugs were read. 

Then came upon my other lover again, we kissed.