Message #41268

[guest587]

yogananda, sri ma, a stroll through the market

i am with a group of people at a table, it is a large group setting stretching horizontally down the table on both sides. in the middle is yogananda and i am sitting across form him.

i stand up and i ask yogananda to explain the concept of, "sri ma" before sitting back down. he defines the meaning, unaware of my plan to grant his sister this honorary title. his sister in the dream is an old woman. i stand back up and explain to yogananda that we will call his sister sri ma. he is a bit shocked. he tells his sister, "do not worry. i will dispel such notions." to which his sister in her ripened age replies, "no. i will accept the title. it's too late for me. you grew enough hair for the both of us." she is somehow joking with yogananda, and everyone at the table, including yogananda is taking the lighthearted nature of their exchange in joy and smiling or laughing.



later, i am observing as formless awareness. we, a lone man sitting in a type of carriage meant to be pulled by another person- and yogananda, are together in a open market type setting. yogananda approaches this man with a bowl which has egg in it and ask if he can pull his cart. the young man is somewhat taken by surprise and agrees to this notion. as he positions himself grabbing the wooden beams on each side he tells the man to grab a whisk and whisk the eggs in the bowl. we stroll through the market and yogananda begins his assessment of the young man. he is asking him questions as he slowly wheels him up and down through various aisles of this outdoor market. he ask the man why no one would want to pull him when the design of his carriage makes him so light. he tells him it is quite an easy job. the man, whisking the eggs at yoganandas request, does not know. the curious thing is they don't eat the eggs being whisked... the first thing yogananda decides to eat is an orange, and he offers a slice to the man before continuing to pull him around and ask him more questions. time passes and the young man is hungry, and yogananda finds another orange- except this orange is already cut in slices and where the fruit would go are a tiny dense bunch of seeds. i believe the young man is no longer sitting in his carriage but following yogananda around as they eat this microseeded orange. the rind of the orange is also dried and edible. the young man realizes whatever they are eating has been pickled and chases down yogananda explaining to him, "these oranges are pickled!"



we are walking some more before i wake up at 2:50AM to use the restroom. i should also include that my friend michael is somewhere in the beginning of this dream, but that i can't remember much more. i believe he(my friend michael) was analyzing a black object, and i was sitting next to him helping him understand something.