I dreamt I was at a party with Dalai Lama. He was at least thirty years younger and we were the dearest of friends. I loved him so much, I felt like hugging him all the time. The only thing I remember from the party is that he was sitting with two fellows on a sofa. They were either Tibetan or Nepalese. Next to Dalai Lama there was an empty place. I was wondering whether or not to sit next to him and give him another heartfelt hug. In the end, I decided against it because he and the two fellows seemed to be talking about something rather serious. I remember feeling almost virtuous on account of my restraint.