Dream 3

   I skate with my family at a roller disco. Coloured lights sparkle everywhere. We’re in a good mood. I feel something’s about to happen.

Suddenly I find myself in Tibet. I am in a room in the Potala Palace. My family is there and numerous Tibetan monks. One of the monks steps up to me and tells me that I am now getting married. I am wearing a white jacket that reaches to my knees and is decorated with golden embroidery.

I follow a baggage of monks who want to lead me to my future wife. We pass through two or three large rooms and then I approach a young, blonde Tibetan woman with a bubble-headed hairdo. She looks beautiful and seems very spiritual and mature, seriously. Our eyes meet and we can read each other’s minds. She thinks: „But he is worldly…“ and I look ashamedly and recognizably down. I decide to work on my attentiveness

Then we’re out in the open. I follow the monks past a tribune where many people are sitting. An acquaintance of mine is there, sitting in a wheelchair – with a huge red sombrero turban on her head. I do not know the others. I am told that I am about to be crowned Dalai Lama and at the same time my wedding is imminent. I am confused and wonder if I can do justice to these tasks.

Suddenly the sky over Lhasa is filled with fighter planes. I look up and see huge squadrons approaching threateningly.

I am sitting opposite the commander of all planes. The commander is Helmut Kohl. He says to me: „I will prevent you from becoming Dalai Lama and getting married!“ I answer him that I was not afraid of him and how he might do that?

Kohl replies that he had read on DJ Bobo’s homepage that the runway of Lhasa airport is surrounded by a huge underground anchor chain. And he would grab this chain at one end with his airplanes and then tear the runway out of the earth and take it with him. Then Lhasa would be cut off from the outside world and nobody would know that I was the new Dalai Lama.

I answered him with sure feeling and firm will that he would not have a chance. I awaken.