I had a weird dream last night. I think it was a small town in China. I was on a tiny boat. There were some monks and then I realized they were with Dalai Lama. But then Dalai Lama died. I was thinking it was a big deal and I had to pass the message. But that town had no cell phone signal. The holiness was lying on a wooden board and was wearing in red. But after a while, all left is his clothes. I suppose this dream is really about the book I am reading: The Time Traveller’s Wife. Because in the novel, Henry, the time traveller, time travels and leaves everything not part of his body behind.
I hope I can dream something sensible. Why my mom always dreams things that predict something (but never lotto winning number)?
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