I am told that insisting on talking about your dreams means that you are tedious. I suppose I am comfortable with that.
At the time, this one felt like a shocking re-acquaintance with my former articles of faith. Now, it mostly strikes me as funny. Or: "...I used to be disgusted and now I try to be amused."
So: a dreary 'cocktail party' scene. (Does that term mean anything anymore? Did it ever?) A fellow is identified by an interlocutor as a Buddhist - perhaps a former bhikku. The cliché of 'one hand clapping' is raised. The presumed bhikku concedes, when pressed, that he had solved this koan; this arouses curiosity. "But do you really want such knowledge - no matter the cost? No matter the impact on your life, your comforts?" (A vague wave around the room.) This shames a demurring. Of course, enlightenment is the highest good, etc. Noöne wants to be the kind of tool who would say 'no' here.
CRACK! He slaps the suede-elbow-patched intellectual across the face, but hard. Predictable indignation follows.
"Apparently, you didn't mean it."
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October 20, 2010 07:25 AM PDT
There are sometimes dreams that you need to tell to someone because of the crazy, scary, spiritual dream.
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