Imagine seeking refuge between two realities, where the waking life and the Sandman’s realm sit on each end, once every two weeks, in attempt to study each one’s logic. Enter the Circus of Dreams. This is entertainment mixed with art…and a little weirdness. It’s the penultimate gathering of the extreme,

Underpasses don’t generally lend themselves to good, wholesome fun. I, for one, experienced in a Dolores Park underpass an “Egyptian baptism” by a man wearing a gold turban and claiming to be King Tut in a previous life. He sprinkled me with bottles labeled “opium,” “sunlight,” and “holy water” that he carried