'20/'21/'22 Transcendentalist Magnum

You stir, eyes opening slightly to see the sun filtering in through the tall, dense redwoods. Vague memories come back to your consciousness - a strange circle of mushrooms, boysenberries plucked from the thicket, a beverage of blood oranges and lavender and treats of raw cacao. There was a pepper scent hanging in the forest air and strange music playing. You recall dancing round and round with wild oregano underfoot. Sensing something in your pocket, you pull out a flintstone. How? Has it been an eternity or mere minutes since you dozed off?