I dreamt that I went to a conference in some remote place surrounded by woods. I am not sure what it was about, but I guess it was about esoteric experiences. Four or five people were at the focus of the conference, and they were all pretty long in the tooth. They appeared to be the masters of the subject. I did not take part in the proceedings, but was there only as an observer. Among the masters there was a woman in her late sixties or early seventies. She was gaunt and wrinkled. Her graying hair was on the short side, but it was left unkempt. Her eyes shone bright, though. She struck me as a tough woman who had gone through much in life. I remember walking with a group of six or seven people through the woods not far from the conference venue. She was with us, and she talked most of the time. We were on a narrow path covered with rough gravel. “Look at my shoes,” she said at some point. She wore heavy walking boots. “They told me this was a very rough country,” she continued, “which is why I took these monsters with me.” She cackled, and we joined her. “But they are perfect for a quick fuck in the woods,” she guffawed. Embarrassed, the rest of us smiled sheepishly. Even I felt embarrassed. I was lost for words. When I woke up, I felt kind of proud about myself. Even I can get embarrassed, albeit in a dream.