I was called by the priest whenever they did not have enough guitars. On one occasion I was called even though there was a group already, and I had to adapt to their way of playing and their songs. After some work with them, it went well.
I think it all started because in one happening or a do or something, I was doing some important ceremony with a few people and we wanted guitars, we kind of hired a group and the songs they played were so simple and easy I thought even “I” could do that. So I started to play in dos like this. I did one and it went well, my songs were super easy and non complicated but they were music and it worked.
Then I played for this group of hippy travellers. I made friends with them, especially with one of them, friend#1 (names were never mentioned in this dream). I kept in touch with him, and although I liked them all, I kept in touch with them mostly through friend#1.
I followed them from site to site. Then friend#1 told me he was leaving this kind of life. I was shocked. I went to their travellers site once more and discovered that it was a good bunch of them that were leaving. His best friend, friend#2, however, was staying.
There had been a bunch of new people lately. Most of those leaving were people who had been travelling the longest. It was almost as if this new group was taking over, and friend#2, who had been travelling for a long time too, would continue travelling with this new group, with younger people who had less experience of travelling. I could see that this is what he wanted to do, but he clearly did not fit much. My friend#1 and I were a bit worried for him. friend#1 wanted friend#2 to stay with him instead of continuing travelling.
We all sat in this meeting room with sofas where every one was to say if they were leaving the group or staying in the travellers site in order to pursue more travels later. The room slowly got emptier, as people would leave in order to pursue more static lives. My friend and I stayed longest in order to say good bye to every one. Eventually when all those who were abandoning the traveller life left the room, we stood up to say good bye too. It was a cold good bye, maybe he had had a warmer moment with friend#2 earlier, but I had not, so I approached friend#2 to properly hug him and say good bye. We were friends but mainly communicated through friend#1, so I knew that now that they would not live together, I would really stop seeing friend#2 altogether. So I could not help bui cry. We both hugged and cried.
I left the room then, with friend#1.
A year later we met with this group again, those who had continued with the travellers life. More people had left since that good bye when I had cried. I said hello to friend#2 and he told me he was leaving the traveller life as well, to go and live a more static life with friend#3.
But they were leaving it because they were so fed up, and they were so fed up they were leaving the country altogether at least for a while. We had a nice conversation and I said good bye in the end. As I left, I told them only half joking to move in a housing coop, with all the stability they seemed to want. For some reason I felt very emotional this time too. I commented with friend#1 about these two, about my doubts that they were ok. But we had to let them go abroad and try, then help them when they would come back.