I had a dream last night that Ayatollah Sistani was sitting on my bed (in full Ayatollah gear) while I picked out something to wear for dinner. He was taking my family out to dinner as part of a goodwill mission to Oregon. He was very good natured, with a great sense of humor and twinkling eyes. We were discussing whether American women should adopt a strict Islamic dress code. He was trying to convince me that I should keep my arms and legs covered, and I was trying to explain to him that that wouldn't go over very well here. However, to please him I put on a long white gown with a flowing black robe over the top. I remember being very impressed that Sistani was visiting us, because I remember hearing that he was important to Iraq's future. It occurred to me that we might be in danger for hosting him at our house, but it didn't seem to matter. He exuded such an aura of calmness and wisdom. (Could this be because I was reading a book about the Buddha before I went to bed?)
Gotta love those pregnancy dreams.
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