Date:   6/28/2003 6:37:27 PM ( 10 year ago)
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After years of having NO dreams whatsoever, a friend helped me in 2000 to dream again. He encouraged me to write down my dreams. Here's the last of 2002. Any feedback would be appreciated.

I am in some sort of courtyard, and someone tells someone else: “You may go out, but you are not allowed to tell people you are the Dalai Lama, just blend in with the crowd”.

I look up and I see some Chinese person, up in a balcony, talking to someone in another balcony, behind my back. I look up the other way, and I see the Dalai Lama. I tell the Chinese person, mostly by sign language, as I do not want to make too much noise: “Do you think people are stupid?? Do you think they would not recognize The Dalai Lama? Everyone knows him! He cannot possibly go unnoticed in any crowd! You would make him look guilty, if he’ll be recognized – which is the sure thing to happen”. The Chinese guy disappears.

I turn around, I smile, put my hands together, take them to my heart and to my head and signal to the Dalai Lama: “I love you, we all love you, everyone loves you”. He has a bucket of water in front of him, and he takes some, and throws some on me. As it almost falls on me, the water changes into something solid (like sand) and good smelling, that falls to the ground; I just witnessed something I cannot explain. I thank him. He does it again. I put my palms together, bow my head, and thank him. He instantly gets down beside me, and shows me how to receive the blessing: I must open my arms, look straight up, put the palms up, and retain some of the solid substance. He tells me: “I know you meant it, but not with your entire being. You must receive it (the blessing) with all your heart, with all your being. You must open up completely”. Then suddenly he’s back up on the balcony, and throws more water at me. Again, it changes into something solid, some particles that are a bit wet, and white, pink and blue, and they smell really nice. I can feel them on my face, on my hands. This time, I do as he wants, and retain some of the blessing. I put the stuff in a little bottle. I do like to keep special memories.
 

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