Ohmygaw! So I'm still not packed OR moved out of my old apartment and I leave in four days - Saturday morning, so as to do a 4 am Sunday greeter shift. All food being taken is camping food (can I survive?). Tent is open to the world of dust. This is my first year and I am both scared and excited how utilitarian I am going - except for my bright orange clothing! I keep having dreams about the playa - very clear and colorful images, towering sculpture, mountains of tents, scrambling dancing smiling bodies covered in dust. I feel like I am slowly going mad and only the open sky and alkaline dust will bring me back. Money is no issue, hardship is irrelevant, and stressful deadlines are simply inconvenient hallucinations. Only BRC matters.