The rewards of doing your research

So last night I fell asleep while reading "The Story of Tibet: Conversations with the Dalai Lama" by Thomas Laird. I was right in the middle of a chapter on Genghis Khan and the Mongol invasion of Tibet and China when I fell asleep...

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So, in a hybrid of Buddhist-style reincarnation and western pop culture, I dreamt the spirit of Genghis Khan became reincarnated in human form and to preemptively stop him from once again committing his horrible atrocities en-route of taking over the world, the Ghostbusters--I being one of them--were commissioned by His Holiness the Dalai Lama to exorcize his spirit from the human form he inhabited and trap him in a lower life form such as one of the fruit flies currently swarming my kitchen (that, unfortunately, is more than just a dream).

Regretfully, I woke up right before the exorcism was about to begin.

This dream, as incredibly bizarre as it was, was actually a nice change of pace from the recurring dream I've been having over the course of the summer where it is the night before I leave for India and my state of preparedness is quite lacking. One night I dreamed I was already on the plane in the air but without my passport, any money, or even any of my luggage.

So instead of waking up in a sweat, stressed out about everything I still need to do before I leave, I woke up laughing at myself: a ghostbuster serving at the pleasure of His Holiness the Dalai Lama.