Lichi

I didn't have a Journal next to me when i woke up, so i write what i remember:

Dream about Zen monk of Rio Cuarto. Went with my mother and i think someone else. The monk grabbed 2 bottles of an alcoholic drink. I said... one thing i don't like is the drinking of alcohol, that's not in the Vinaya (rules from the Buddha for monks). He replied something like he doesn't drink alcohol. I left.

Then i was in a supermarket of Rio Cuarto (im living in Cordoba now) and we took a taxi with my mother and my younger sister but it wasn't ready yet. Meanwhile my father came and asked to speak with me. I thought that he might have something serious to say. But when i go to listen to him he starts talking me about how my sister behave in christmas party... I stayed a bit longer to see if he had something serious, but nothing serious was coming out. So i left. Went back to the taxi. My father washed the taxi's windshield, and the taxi driver just accelerated. We drove around the jail neighborhood, which is actually far from that supermarket.

Then i wandered around that neighborhood walking alone, thinking that i must search the true dhamma, and stick to the vinaya. However everywhere around it was like this was lost, and i felt sad. (Actually the Buddha-Dhamma would be something from India and that zone, so it never touched America. But it lasted, now there is migration to America and the other way around so that's why it is present now. But the Buddha didn't taught the Dhamma here, so it is 'reasonable' to not expect the Dhamma to be among the people here.) I didn't know what to do, i thought if going to live as a hermit and practice on my own, would be the best, but since people didn't know about the Dhamma, if i went for alms round they wouldn't put much in my bowl. *

Other note:
*So i deduced i would remain with my family, but i didn't want to. I didn't want to see their ways; to see them see me not doing things their way (because i won't) and not giving explanations if i don't have anything clear to explain.