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Tuesday, November 6, 2007


I was married, and my husband was Oriental. We were overseas traveling... no children with us; just us. It was supposed to be somwhere in the East. I wasn't sure where it was. He was driving so I sat there on the passenger side watching the scenery go by. We started in a city where his sisters lived. We were staying with them. I cannot remember what was going on, but I liked his family even though I was aware that I was an outsider. We got into the car and went to the country. From the country we started to drive into the mountains that somehow managed to look American. (lol) We went higher and higher, and I looked at passing people and villages. I thought to myself how I would like to live there. I considered asking him if we could. The higher we climbed, the more wooded and remote the area. I wasn' t sure where he was taking us. There was a gigantic stone Buddha sitting on the side of the road at one point so that he could overlook the mountain valleys. His back was flat like a bookend and there were fixtures on his brow that resembled something like electric lighting. I was annoyed that the government had done that to him. But we passed him by without comment. I'm not sure what I said, but at this point my husband said to me, "Min Tao" (sp?). "What?" I asked, confused. "Min Tao," he said. "It's Tibetan, it means 'good'." The context of his statement should have been "thank you", however. He did that for the rest of the dream: insisted on speaking "Tibetan". Naturally it was plain gibberish to me. We reached a compound at the top of the mountain. This was where the children were being kept. With the other couples, my husband and I sat in a waiting room to meet American couples who had come to adopt them. There was a beautiful scene with a wouldbe father hanging on a rope with three children: it was an acrobatic act of some kind to pick and/or bond with one. I watched it and wondered if the children were siblings. There was a blond woman, spreading at the waist, who spoke to me a bit. That was how I'd found out what they were there for... but we were not there for that as far as I knew. But with my husband there in this foreign land... I was so happy and complete-feeling I didn't want to leave the dream. As I started to wake up I fought it. I didn't want to come back to the real world. I wanted to stay with my mind-made man. Ah well.