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Our day begins at dawn, though dawn comes rather late to Guhyaloka, partly on account of the mountains and partly because Spain does not observe Summer Time. I give Paramartha a call, and after he has done yoga for ten or twelve minutes we have a drink. While having our drink we tell each other our dreams, or as much of them as we can remember. Once I told Lokamitra that in at least one out of every three dreams I had I was in India, and this pattern still persists. In one out of every three dreams I am either visiting Kalimpong, or staying with bhikshus or lamas, or talking to Buddhist villagers. I even speak Hindi in these dreams, sometimes noticing (in the dream itself) that I am not so fluent as I used to be. In one dream somebody spoke to me in Marathi and I understood him. Having told each other our dreams, we make our way to the shrine-room, which stands amid pine trees about fifty yards up the path from the bungalow. Ten foot square, and like the bungalow painted white, with yellow doors and windows, it was formerly the generator shed; but last year I had the floor tiled, the roof repaired, and a door and windows put in, and now it serves us in the office of a shrine-room. Sitting inside, I can easily imagine that I am sitting in a sadhu’s kuti somewhere in the Himalayas and that were I to step outside the doorI should see the snow peaks. (Actually from the shrine-room steps there is a very fine view down through the Valley and over range upon range of mauve-blue mountains, while at night we can see the lights of Alicante twinkling fifteen or twenty miles away.) Usually we do a double meditation, with a few minutes break at the end of the first session for us to stretch our limbs.