I had a dream that my dad took me to visit a spiritual master. When I first saw him, he looked just like a surfer dude – sun-kissed curly hair, tan, muscular, with a shark-tooth necklace around his neck. He was sitting on the floor of a hazy, dimly lit room, with red plush cushions scattered everywhere. It gave me the impression of an ancient Egyptian harem. For some reason, I knew there was a view of the beach through the heavily curtained glass behind him. While I looked around the room, I saw that, when I wasn’t looking directly at him, the surfer dude turned into the spitting image of the Dalai Lama. I looked back at him, and he was the surfer dude again. I looked away and then back at him, and he kept turning from surfer dude to Dalai Lama to surfer dude – just like one of those reflective cartoon cards that has two different pictures, and the picture you see depends on how you hold the card.
My dad was in the background, but he never actually spoke to the spiritual master. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to speak or even why I was there. And then, in the blink of an eye, the surfer dude version of the spiritual master was right next to me. He never touched me or spoke, but he pointed to a bracelet I was wearing, which had a broken piece I hadn’t noticed was there. When I touched that broken part, I was able to pull out several additional links of chain that were hidden in the bracelet. I looked up in amazement and saw the surfer dude smile. I looked back to the bracelet and pulled on the next link, and it revealed even more hidden links. I went to the next piece and pulled that part in anticipation of finding even more links of chain, but then the whole necklace fell apart in my hands.
I looked back to the surfer dude with a question on my lips, but when I met his eyes, I sensed a sudden shift in his intentions. This man was not just a spiritual master, he was also an intense romantic lover, with designs on pursuing me. I was taken aback and didn’t understand what was happening. I looked around the room for my dad, but he was no longer there. I backed away, confused and conflicted. I told the spiritual master-turned-lover I had to leave. He wanted to know when I was coming back. I somehow knew, in that moment, that something was coming, something that would sweep over the earth and take me away from him forever if I wasn’t with him when it came. In my mind’s eye, I saw a flash of light and a surge of energy that swept across the whole ocean and over the city on the coast, just like in Armageddon.
Suddenly, I found myself in a cheap hotel room with my dad and my daughter, an 8-year old girl who I knew was mine but didn’t really belong to me. They already knew about the impending destruction and were frantic to find a safe place where they could be protected from the destructive surge. I was desperate to go with them, to protect them and run far away from the danger, but I was even more panicked at the thought of not making it back to the beach in time to be reunited with my surfer dude spiritual master Dalai Lama lover.
There was a whirlwind of activity after that, running and screaming and general pandemonium best captured in nightmares and apocalyptic movies. I lost track of my dad and daughter, and I didn’t know whether they were safe or lost forever. I found myself on a bicycle on a path back to the beach, riding furiously against the wind and blowing sand, the sky growing darker and more ominous. Just as I rounded the fence to enter the beach, it started pouring rain and waves crashed mercilessly on the shore beyond. I threw the bike to the ground and set off at a run, already soaked to the skin by the rain and sea. I knew I was seconds from being reunited with my spiritual master lover, and my only thought was, “I’m wearing a white T-shirt, I don't want him to see me like this!”
And that’s when I woke up.
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