oneiros

My teacher is seated at a round table in a kitchen that seems enclosed but really extends into the world beyond where there are trees and also a small dirt path Winding to the left with a young girl walking on it.  I am on the phone with my mom.  I seem to be so preoccupied with a very superficial conversation that I am ignoring my teacher's presence.  I am almost "acting" the part of a conversation, laughing loudly and appearing very interested in the nonsense I am talking about.  When I hang up the phone I apologize for not noticing that she was waiting for me.  The apology is too profuse, almost put on and overdone. My teacher says nothing but begins opening a white bag in which are small objects wrapped in white tissue.  I am so preoccupied with my apology (which even to me sounds disingenuous) that I never see any of these gifts unwrapped.  My teacher doesn't leave.  She sits at the table.  She isn't impatient nor irritated but I think she surely must be.  I

My teacher came into my dream.  I don't remember seeing her..perhaps I just spoke to her. She asked, "Does Bodhi fish?"  I said , "yes". "Does Bodhi like fish?" I said, "yes". I asked, "What do you have in your mind?" And my teacher began audibly breathing a slow rhythmic breath.  In and out.  Permeating the dream until I awoke.