Dalai Lama Dream

Sleep the sleep of the dead these days. For years and years used to sleep with the windows open but now have them closed. Combination of being tired of waking up in the early hours half freezing, and also the belated realization that having the windows open can lead to a disturbed sleep due to the noises of the night; foxes, distant traffic, prowlers, predators, the usual kind of city movement. So now it is window closed unless the weather is particularly mild which at the moment it aint. Sleep the sleep of the dead... and last dreamt about the Dalai Lama. Crazy kind of dream and dunno if it was nice or not, good or bad, just was what it was. In the dream the Dalai Lama was giving a large teaching somewhere in London, I had managed to get a vip ticket so was right at the front. Trouble was things were not quite as they should be. For one thing the Dalai Lama was dressed in lay clothes, white shirt and trousers, looking much younger in the dream than he actually is, and he had grown his hair. Disconcerting. Before the teaching began there were weired questions being asked to him. I was sitting in a leather chair like the ones you get in Singapore Airlines Business Class and I complained to the organisers that all this was not right, something was wrong. They kind of knew it as well but things carrried on all the same. The details of the dream were bright, colourful and vivid; there was an underlying magic to it all because after all it was the Dalai Lama I was dreaming about, but like I said, in the context it was strange and I woke up in the land of confusion.