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It was early morning in August 2011 when I woke.
I was sleeping in the back room of a friend's house when I had the most extraordinary dream. A dream that felt so real, I do believe, it was not an ordinary dream. I dream most nights but mostly these dreams are, as my teacher would say, "just dream."
He could sound like Yoda at times.
But when you have, what I like to call a blessed dream, you know there is something more to it. The quality. The tone. These just feel different, they feel different in a way that is more than "just a dream." And there is always a message in there if you know how to look.
It's important to understand, dreams have a large role in Tibetan Buddhism. We even have a practice called, Dream Yoga. But this was not that. This was a meeting with an old friend I'd never see again. One final meeting with an important message, and one which needed to be said face to face.