Dude, Dalai, pass the popcorn.
Thursday, April 26, 2007

First posted as Myspace Blog:

Been a strange morning. Seems one of "those" dreams pierced the curtain of night and poked my third eye.

I got to hang with the successor of the current Dalai Lama. Not really sure how the whole thing works, but isn't the next one pretty much the old one in new form?

Anyhoo I come home in the dream and find him sitting quietly in the living room. I thought he was no older than fourteen but I find out later he's about twenty. Nothing couspicuously profound happens.

So we watch a few movies (Rio Grande, White Christmas, and some awesome noir-ish flick that I've never seen before) and hang out like old friends. After the movies over tea there is some light discussion. He tells me he grew up with little money but never remembers being hungry. His parents had died when he was very young but never remembers being lonely. He'd been surrounded by violence but never felt despair. The one thing that really touched me was that he had only wept out of joy, never in sadness.

Near the end he takes my hand and says nothing, yet I hear him tell me to forgive myself. I close my eyes and open them to see a long line of people in front of me leading to a very large tent in the distance. The people in front of me are wearing various colored robes in all different manners. A funny detail is the three guys in front of me. They are native peoples from different places. They all look awkward in their robes and are either really happy or very drunk. At first I ignore them but eventually I get to talkin' to them, then the people in front of them, and soon we have a large circle or group of people just talking. Soon there is no line. We all stand halfway around the tent laughing and sharing stories, passing snacks and drinks, a few people dance and others play games. All different people of all different places.

That's all I have.

There are so many other details that are slowly slipping away. That in itself makes it harder to apply anything I felt or learned. I can never have that dream again. I may even forget that I even had the dream in a short while. This leaves me with alot of mixed feelings and unanswered questions.

Not even sure how to proceed from here.


Sunday, April 29, 2007 2:44 PM


Waaay big juju.

Sounds like you went a walkin' and had a good old time!

Might want to consider actually forgiving yourself for whatever it is that ails you (spiritual self big-hug thing), life works better that way.

Or you just need to get out more and meet some new people...

Friday, April 27, 2007 5:30 AM


Damn...when you dream, you really dream!


Thursday, April 26, 2007 9:36 PM


Yes, the Dalai Lama is the same spirit in a different body every time there's a new one. As to the rest of it, I couldn't tell you what it means, though it does sound very signifigant.

Thursday, April 26, 2007 11:11 AM


Dood! Um that really sounds like you were talking with You. I think that you were trying to tell yourself (as I babble because I can't spell consious or what-ever) that in order to truly find peace you must forgive yourself first.

For what I have no clue.

Maybe all those references are clues as how to do it!

Kepp on keeping on!

Thursday, April 26, 2007 8:30 AM


good you wrote it down. You should always keep paper and pen by your beside in case of good dreams.

Thursday, April 26, 2007 8:21 AM


If this dream is really important to you, you should go see a hypnotist.


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