I am with a Hindu monk in a room (dining room) I don’t recognize but in my dream felt like my mother’s house. He is wearing orange. The walls are white and the furniture is not my style and it seems middle class and dull and overly clean.
The monk is busy teaching me and also performing some healing act—going all around me and focusing on certain areas of my body and then moving on. I mention a pain in my neck—the left side (that is always giving me trouble in waking life) and he assesses it—determining that it is serious and needs a ritual.
He begins the ritual—and during the heat of it, my mom walks in—looking for something—trying to be quiet but intruding anyway. The monk says to her ‘Marilyn, you need to go” in a very firm voice—and she does.
After the healing session I suggest to the monk that I perhaps should go to a doctor and he laughs—slightly insulted that I would doubt his healing ability. I noticed that the pain was gone. I also remember seeing a watery-deep blue/electric color when I felt the pain.
