The Broken Clarinet and the Speaking Water

I was at my home and I was there with my clarinet teacher and my piano teacher and a bunch of other bandmembers from high school. And we were getting ready to play a piece of music everyone was dressed up. And I was kind of just practicing and then one of the keys to my clarinet fell off, which is pretty bad right before a concert. So I went to my clarinet teacher and she said “Oh I can get that fixed up for you right now” and she pulled out kind of a, you know, wall of clarinet tools. And she started dealing with my clarinet and after a while she gave it back to me with this new key on it and then I was like thanks but this doesn’t fix the problem at all. And it didn’t there was still a hole wide open on the clarinet. And then that’s when I thought about – and I don’t know what prompted me to think about this – but I thought about Chenrezig. I kind of seemed suspicious of the fact that I might be dreaming because I haven’t seen any of these people in years. And so at that point I almost woke up. And I struggled very much to stay in the dream and I managed to stay in the dream and the atmosphere changed to a beach right next to a city, kind of like Venice Beach in California, in LA. And I was thinking a lot about Chenrezig and of course in all of this I forgot to signal either that I was lucid, that I saw Chenrezig, or that I should attempt to do a meditation it was all just self report. So do with that what you will. I was by the water, and the entire texture of the dream had a very cartoonish, almost like untextured feel. Like what you might see in a cartoon. And the water was speaking to me and it was talking about Chenrezig. I forget exactly what it was saying. And then kind of a tsunami wave hit and I ran back up to the shore and then I heard you cue me with Chenrezig, and that was when I woke up and also when I realized that I didn’t signal at all

Um well it was mostly just the water. I tried to visualize Chenrezig there with me in the flesh but all I got was kind of this outline. He was appearing kind of like a retinal burn. You know when stare at the sun too long and you see kind of an afterimage of the sun when you close your eyes. That’s kind of how it looked. But he didn’t move or say anything from what I can tell.