red dawn dream

this red morning, i woke up from a dream... apparently, i had won some sort of strange contest after writing/drawing stories for some book. i was to train in a pagoda of some sort. the pagoda had to be reached by crossing an old bridge across a very busy harbor/sea. the bridge consisted of ropes and wooden planks. i was with my father. we proceeded halfway across the bridge, when my father noted how old some of the planks were- and lo and behold, as we were walking on it, the bridge seemed to dissolve before my very eyes! not only were the planks old, there were some portions where there were no planks at all! eventually, we found ourselves holding on to one railing rope and essentially tightrope walking across the roiling busy harbor. and then, my father suggested i let go and hold on to him, something about how our combined volume would make the trip easier. i begged to differ, but dream logic doesn't seem to work that way. so i held on to my father. suddenly, the wind picked up, and it actually blew us upwards into the sky, holding the rope of the bridge as a kind of tether. i could see the pagoda and the waters of the sea hover below us, wavering madly. after that, we decided to give up, and find another way...

back on the other side, we discovered that the only way to gain access across the bridge was to meet with the tulku (he looked like a buddhist abbott) named kuul. "cool!" my grandfather cried (for suddenly, he was with us as well, bouncing up and down, and looking and acting just like aiden). we waited as another party paid proper respects to kuul and his elderly family (apparently his whole family joined him on these meetings). my grandfather jumped ahead excitedly, shouting "cool!", and i had to hold him back...

that was the end of the dream...

behind it, there was a feeling of expectation... as though i had to do something...

in any case, the whole adventure with my father was the coolest... hanging onto the bridge for dear life, i had no fear of death- it was just my dad and i, laughing like kites.

oh yes, there is also a fragment about some great violin performance that was to take place in the tenth floor auditorium... and i took my daughter and son (and someone else) to go see it, only we were in an adjacent building. sounds strange, but we went up to the tenth floor of our building, and through the windows (giant and clear), we could see the violinists in the next building as though we were right next to them... i do remember that part...