I had a wild dream this morning about meeting the Dalai Lama. The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off ... Wait! Wrong story.
Anyway, I am talking with him on the phone and as dreams go, he winds up in front of me on the couch. He says that my problem is I never follow through. I give up too easily. I agree that has always been my issue. Now we're sitting at the dinner table when another Monk begins to chant. Some friends of mine, who are all Christians, are sitting at the other table and the owner of the house gets angry and offended by the chanting and says "Alright Bob, that's it for you!" And the Monk is escorted out. About that time, The Dalai Lama gets a huge smile on his face and begins chanting too. He does not wait to be escorted out, but just gets up to leave. I put my arm around his shoulder and walk him to the car. We hug and say our goodbyes and people comment that I have done things for the first time that no one dared. I guess they meant hugging and just being a normal person with the Lama.
I head back to the house. A woman on the front porch makes an advance to me so I ask her to wait. I find my former girlfriend to ask if we're still dating. She says, "Not while pizza is still $39 a slice." I walk away, more confused than ever.
Next thing I know, I'm in the car with my father and he's driving strangely. Says it's okay because he has a permit from someone but he's still on the lookout for police while he turns around on a freeway entrance. - End dream. NO! I did not have spicy food yesterday.