Here’s a fun but chilling story of the hazards of living out one’s TOE in the regular world (I’m using the TOE ‘that all is a dream’):
The Nightmare
She, still in her pajamas, grabbed her purified water bottle and hopped on the bus. Glad to see her, I waved her over to my seat, for she was my guru. I was also in my pajamas, for this made the yoga of our meditation therapy easier.
“This is not a real bus, nor is is really moving,” I offered.
“True, we are dream characters in the dream of the Perfect Awareness.”
“It just all plays out in our consciousness, kind of like a movie.”
“Yes, nothing comes through the senses or from the brain or any thing like that; it’s life’s soap opera channel and there is no remote control.”
“It goes as it has to go; all is illusion, but we are not fooled one bit.”
“No, we are foolproof.”
“Why are you wiggling all around?”
“I have to pee—a dream pee, but it is still a dream hurt.”
“Well, you could get off at the next stop and go into a building. I’ll see you at the class.”
“OK.”
“I’ll tell you a short joke before the next stop comes. If you are Russian before you get to the bathroom [water closet] and you are English after you come out, then what are you when you are in the bathroom?”
“I give up; the dream didn’t tell me the answer.”
“European!”
“Ha, ha. I can’t wait for the next stop!”
“Just ask the driver to stop near a building or a gas station and let you off.”
“OK, I’ll see you in a while.”
She had to pee so bad that she ran straight for a building and rushed in right to the bathroom without anyone even noticing. Nor did she notice what the place was.
When she came out of the bathroom she was English again. An orderly stopped her, restraining her.
“I’m sorry. I had to go.”
“You need permission for that. Now let’s get you back to your room.”
“What? I don’t have a room. Where am I?”
“Why, of course, you are a resident of Chesterfield Mental Institution.”
“No I’m not. I just got off a bus.”
“We hear those kinds of stories all the time. Where’s you room?”
“I am sane,” she said with a dry mouth.
“Would you like a drink?”
“No, I only drink a special kind of water.”
“Oh, a special kind? Then maybe it is in your room.”
“I left it on the bus.”
“Well, there’s no bus stop here. Let’s get you out of the lobby.”
“I don’t belong in this place.”
“Then why are you wearing pajamas?”
“For meditation therapy.”
“Therapy? Well, I can get you to that.”
“You don’t understand. I am normal. My God, what a turn this dream is taking!”
“A dream?”
“Yes, nothing is real; all is a dream.”
(Any resemblence to actual people is purely unintentional)


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