I dreamed that we finally made it to Tibet and were sitting in a Monastery, having breakfast or lunch or something. It was a long trip, we had to climb that mountain, the dream mountain wreathed in mists and riddled in caves with Tea Huts halfway up, (this I've dreamed of a few times, but have never reached the summit...), but it's behind us now and we can just enjoy the view.
This Monastery or Lamasery, it's a lot like the Banff Springs Hotel, or one of the better hotels in Prague. The ceilings are high and looking up I can see that I've painted my portrait over them all, I did that the last time I/we were here, a couple of years ago but I don't remember an awful lot more, the paintings aren't so good but I'm not too fussed, nobody is looking at the ceiling anyways....