This is a brief dream from this morning. Despite what the body of someone looks like there is also to each being a feeling which they exude and emanate. In the case of Trungpa there is always a bouquet of light-hearted mischief.
The dream starts in a relatively normal dining room set in North London. I have just come in from the garden where I have had my first cigarette for a number of years. There is a young man to one side of the table and Chögyam Trungpa is standing at the head of the table.
I come into the room and go to stand next to Rinpoche. He points at the young man and asks me what he should do with him. I simply say seven, 7, to him.
He strokes his chin, thoughtfully.
The then picks me up and starts to do a very slow motion judo style hip throw with me. It is very light-hearted and a kind of joke-play amongst close friends. He “throws” me to the floor and then offers me his hand up. We then embrace as long lost brothers. We are both smiling.
I know that Chögyam is now going to be “around” and therefore I need to be ready for more than a small measure of chaos. I feel his presence.
As I awake, I knock the plastic tumbler of water on my bedside table over.
I tell the wife and she says that she has been thinking of re-reading “Dragon Thunder” by Diana Mukpo {Pybus}, who was married to Trugpa.
Dreamyoga 