I just woke from my dream. It’s thursday morning, I’m cozy in my bed, ready to sleep some more.
There’s a soft music, I wonder where it’s from. It’s pleasing to my ears… I look at the time: 5h30! That means… the music was my alarm!
“I’m lucky that I woke up, with how calm it was,” I thought.
The previous day, I had made plans to get to the burn event. Including a bus, at 7am.
Despite the sun still not having risen, I am focused. I get the provisions I cooked the last day from the fridge, double check I have everything in this bag I prepared yesterday evening, and walk to the tram. I’m surprised I’m not alone at the stop. I go to sit inside. It’s 6 am, and I might as well read some Jung.
Dreams have a message for us? Odd, was my dream me talking to a part of my subconscious… A warning, perhaps? A premonition, even?
I switch trams. I am walking serene, I trust it will go well, as it always does.
A few more smiles exchanged and I am in my bus. I can’t help but notice a chinese girl there.
We make a stop and I take the opportunity to converse with some Indian sicks. They don’t speak english, so all I manage to get across after introductions is “golden temple, amritsar, nice”. Words don’t matter so much, we’re in a good mood. Still, I’m not sure what more to say, so I just go sit somewhere nearby.
There is something in the air… It’s calm, with a nice warming sun. I feel good, even though I am partly sick, it doesn’t bother me.
All of a sudden everyone gets back to the bus, like ants entering a colony.
There I start reading another book: the barhma bums. Quite on topic, it tells a spontaneous tale of free buddhist travelers. “I am a bit like that,” I think to myself, “I like learning about new perspectives in this way.” And I felt like writing something.