Offering Flowers to Buddha and the Walking Dream

Offering Flowers to Buddha and the  Walking Dream
This was very short dream. The question was, why I do not walk like I used do that when I was in Ceylon having come to Australia. To remedy this situation I walked from Kandy to Peradeniya in one go in my sleep. I cannot remember the details but I got really tired by the time I reached Gatambe Temple.         

I went to the temple and picked a particular flower from the shrine.
The flower is marigold.
The idea was for me to use the seeds to plant them in our garden. Great Great Grandma of my children loved these flowers for her offering on daily basis. Lately, I was more interested in a different flower. I think it is either common daisy or primrose.     I do not know the name of this flower.
Coming to the dream, I really got tired in my sleep walking from Kandy to Peradeniya and I could not get up from the bed. Then the alarm ran and I was woken up by my wife. She said we need drop the rubbish to the bin and I said NO, I am really tired,        in my dozy stage. Without much a do, we went and dropped the stuff and I completely recovered from my dozy feeling. I found myself much energized.       
I was told in my sleep you ought to do some exercise and doing blog pieces on the computer is not a healthy pastime.
We used to live in a government rented house by the side of the Maligawa or the Temple of the Tooth.      I used go there and offer flowers to the shrine on daily basis. The flowers are arranged on a square shaped cardboard base. Once flowers are placed on the shrine the cardboard piece is put to a bin. It is reused. There is no problem with that but I do not know what happens to the flowers offered. My gut feeling is the flowers are reused by the flower vendors, over and over again,    with the connivance of the seva karayas (those who have specific duties to the temple). They have a method to keep them looking fresh. I do not know how they do that. The same flower is offered several times and one has to pay a nominal sum for each offering.
It is somewhat of a racket.   
When, I realized this as an adult, I stop buying flowers. If the flowers were picked up by myself in our garden and arranged, it is not an issue.
What matters, is to reflect on the issue of temporary nature of everything the flowers, our life and other mundane things. One even, loses the attachment to the flower offered.
It is a taboo for one to take flowers from the shrine and offer them again. I have never done that in all my life.
So the dream is bizarre by all accounts.
Besides, I never go to the Gatambe Temple for any offerings having lived under the shade of Maligawa most of my life.
This account is about my walking habits from childhood. I thing for record, I would revisit some of those episodes.