Remember waking up in the middle of the night and realizing I had been fighting in a huge brawl for hours. Maybe I shouldn't have put that Toshi Manix Print of an angry Mahakala right above my bed. I dont think my sub-conscious understands that all that rage is used to protect the truth, the monastery and the lineage.
Falling back asleep I am wandering through my high-school. Maybe I have some un-resolved issues I need to deal with here. Its not like Im there now, its back when I was in High-school or shortly after, time is not solidified at all here as it is just a dream space amalgamating past experience with present lucidity and dream creativity. An interesting playground from my memory. I smoke a few doobs behind the school with old friends and some younger kids. Reminiscing. Go inside and start discovering papers of mine hidden all over the school. I find a few drawings that I made of a banyen tree trunk which turns into a lotus which has a seven headed cobra chilling in it.
I go into the library and heal a past experience where a teacher had said something to make me doubt my future. Now knowing that I would move far beyond her realm of retardation I make a remark which she seems to accept as eternal defeat. Starting to wake up now I decide to revisit my most magic moment in high school. The one moment which affected me the most in the years to come. I lie on my back on the field in the sun holding hands with a girl I had a crush on as we both listen to Crystal Ships by The Doors. I realize I had super-imposed the emotions created by that great masterpiece of music onto this girl, enslaved by a poem for years to come.
The last thing I remember before waking up is having a conversation with my cousin and grama. They are talking shit about my dad so I get pissed off tell them Im not coming to Christmas and wake up.