I was walking into a book store. I was possibly looking for a bathroom, but was attracted to walking toward the left to an isle with a low book rack. I turned left into it and there on a shelf to the left again was a music cassette by someone by the name of “Sean Imler.” I knew this wasn’t me and was relieved that I hadn’t chosen Sean Imler as my stage name. The title of the cassette was something like, “Raca” and there seemed to be a Hawaiin theme or element about it.
Suddenly, I was in a tent and I was watching Sean Imler do some sort of performance. He was about my height and pale complected with very long wavy hair that was pulled into a ponytail. I believe he was wearing a hat and was dressed in a colourful sarrong sort of garb with a simple loing sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The dance consisted of him holding a hand-made ceremonial bowl possibly made out of banana leaves, and he was simulating scooping up something, water or food, and then offering it to the spirits or gods. He was doing this to his music which seemed to be some sort of traditional Hawaiin or combination of Hawaiin and something else.
I remember thinking that he had a wife or lived there in a camp or something.