I rarely remember dreams and when I do they are usually complicated, convoluted, and frustrating. This dream was so straight forward and enjoyable I just felt I have to tell it. I was with a group of about 8 friends (I didn't really recognize anyone) and we decided to sit on the curb and sing some folk songs. As we started, I saw a monk on a near by patch of grass put his hands together, bow, and sit to listen. My mind loudly thinks, "IT'S THE SIXTIES COME AGAIN". Next thing we are cutting branches from a flowering tulip tree with big white flowers streaked with pink and red and handing them to a bunch of Hispanic monks most very poor and some painfully shy, but all radiant because of our gift. I haven't had the feeling accompanying this dream since the Jesus freaks were living up the road in the abandoned church and my bare feet were hidden by my bell bottoms. I'd almost forgotten it. On waking I was left feeling melancholy and lonely. I don't remember what song we were singing, but all morning I have been hearing: If you're going to San Francisco Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair If you're going to San Francisco You're gonna meet some gentle people there.....
