09-24-2011, 12:54 PM
I had a dream that seemed really meaningful. I went to this palace/fancy restaurant type of place, and there was this Indian guru guy who was supposed to be very wise and awakened. People would wait for hours a day and go through a bunch of rituals just to talk to him. There was this part where they would write all their flaws down on purple pieces of paper, and then they would burn those papers and the guru would give them advice. I really wanted to talk to him, but this other monk in a red robe distracted me while I was in line and was having me do random silly stuff. It got late and I didn't get a chance to talk to the guru and I was kind of annoyed, but it suddenly hit me. I didn't need advice from the guru. I didn't even need to burn my flaws. All I wanted to do was look into his eyes with the love of the Creator. Love was all I needed.
There was also a part where the monk was asking me about my oncoming child, as I was apparently pregnant (and had another child already). He asked what the boy's name was going to be and I said Hokori. (The Japanese word for "pride" and also the name of one of my very, very beloved samurai characters.) He smiled and said "That was what you told me *your* name was the last time you came to see me." But I didn't remember ever having seen him before. If I had to take a guess, I would say the monk in the red robe was the *real* guru in disguise.
There was also a part where the monk was asking me about my oncoming child, as I was apparently pregnant (and had another child already). He asked what the boy's name was going to be and I said Hokori. (The Japanese word for "pride" and also the name of one of my very, very beloved samurai characters.) He smiled and said "That was what you told me *your* name was the last time you came to see me." But I didn't remember ever having seen him before. If I had to take a guess, I would say the monk in the red robe was the *real* guru in disguise.
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