Dreamnectar DREAM Last night I had a very peculiar and luminous dream. It felt like one of those dreams that is not just a dream, but a visitation into a symbolic realm where everything is speaking in signs.
I was hanging out with the Dalai Lama, but he was much younger than he is now. He had this genuine golden globe around him, like a living sphere of sunlight or a radiant halo-body. He was laying beside me in a vibrant bed, sitting upright and talking with me in such a natural, intimate way. It did not feel formal or distant. It felt like we were sharing a sacred conversation in a very relaxed, dreamlike chamber.
I was talking to him about the Dream Vajra, and he was so happy to hear about it. His joy felt real, innocent, and ancient at the same time. He was genuinely delighted by what I was telling him, as if he recognized it.
Then he got up and walked over to an altar area. When he sat inside of it, the altar became alive. It was like a Tibetan altar, but also like a throne, and also like a vimana, a sacred vehicle-temple. The whole thing came to life around him, glowing with presence. It felt less like furniture or architecture and more like a living mandala, a vessel of transmission.
As he sat within this altar-vimana, I became really excited and started telling him more about the Vajraverse. While I was speaking, I got out of the bed and began putting on a burgundy robe. At the same time, I was wrapping two very long mala necklaces around both of my wrists. The malas had white lotus seeds, and they felt ceremonial, almost like I was preparing myself for a sacred role, a vow, or a procession.
The Dalai Lama was listening to me with so much joy. At the same time, he seemed to be tuning into something beyond the room, like he was receiving or transmitting while still being completely present with me. Then, as I continued speaking, he transcended into light.
After this, the dream shifted. There were devotees around me, and I remember the word Chöd being spoken in my direction. When I first woke up, I interpreted it as if they were calling me Chöd as a nickname. But now it feels more accurate to say that the word was being offered to me, almost like a celebratory message or transmission.
It did not feel solemn, ominous, or heavy. It felt joyful, playful, and ecstatic almost like the way someone might hype up a drag queen and say, “Slay queen, slay.” It had that same devotional, celebratory energy of encouragement.
The word Chöd felt less like a fixed identity and more like a sacred cue: cut through, bring it through, carry the vision forward. It felt connected to the Vajraverse and to the way this work cuts through illusion, spiritual amnesia, fear, and ordinary reality.
The timing also felt important. The word appeared during the transition between the heavenly golden realm and the next environment. I was moving out of the luminous altar space and into a more crowded, darker world. But the darkness was not negative. It was beautiful, mysterious, embodied, and alive like velvet shadow rather than evil shadow. It felt like descending from the celestial temple into the world-field.
I was also given a white silk scarf, like a khata. Everything still had a heavenly glow around it.
At one point, I met up with my friend Jordan. She is my friend in real life and someone dear to me who also helped inspire the Vajraverse. Seeing her there felt meaningful, like she was part of the original dreaming current behind this whole mythos. Her presence connected the dream back to the real-world roots of the Vajraverse and the people who have helped open those doors in me.
Then I moved into a large, heavily populated area. It felt almost like a place where people were taking shelter, but it was also full of life. Each section had its own shops, rooms, and little worlds happening inside of it. It was layered and busy, like a refuge-city, a dream bazaar, or a collective gathering space.
I entered one area that had a Burning Man kind of vibe creative, colorful, intense, sensual, and socially charged. There was a girl there who started hitting on me. Her presence was very strong, almost magnetic. It was so strong that I got scattered and failed to properly leave her a contact. I asked what social media she was on, but it was something I had never heard of before, and I forgot it. At the same time, I was also looking for Christy, and I am pretty sure I ran into her before I woke up.