I have a proclivity for very unusual dreams. Extremely vivid, surreal scenarios, often with multiple complex storylines.
Last night, I woke up abruptly in the middle of the night, unable to go back to sleep after experiencing a dream that was rather odd:
I walk into a very plain, white, unadorned kitchen and start pulling various ingredients out of the cabinets. Before long, the counter is full of various herbs, containers and appliances.
Suddenly, a man, dressed in a long white tunic walks in and asks me “What are you making?”
Even though I had no idea who this man was, I was not disturbed by his presence and responded “Oh, I’m making this ancient tea I keep hearing about”.
“I know how to make that, I’ll show you”, he responds.
The strange man starts grabbing certain ingredients and a white electric kettle from the cabinet, and brews the tea.
After a few moments, he takes a sip.
“Can I try it?”, I ask.
“No, it’s not ready yet”, he replies. He adds a few more ingredients and brews it again.
“Now?”, I ask again.
This goes on for several rounds. My impatience grows as he tweaks the tea, brewing it again and again.
Eventually, my frustration boils over.
“I want to try the tea now!”, I yell at the strange man.
“Your hard work and love and care will pay off. But you have to be patient. You have to wait”.
He sips the tea. And I wake up.