I saw a monk who was somewhere from China. He was eating noodles using wooden chopsticks; he was sitting on his bed made of brown sackcloth. There were a bunch of chopped vegetables on top of his bald head. Every time he was finished eating the vegetables on his noodles, he moves his head forward to let some of the vegetables on top of his head fall down on his bowl. His facial expression is as if he is unaware as to why the vegetables just keeps on appearing. After 5 to 10 minutes of observing him like this, he felt satiated and tired. So he lied down on his bed. All the vegetables on his head were scattered. He was still holding his bowl and chopsticks.
This is a dream. Most of the time when I have a dream I cannot remember the dream. But I remembered this one.