yoga # 112 / dreams
Yoga # 112
Thursday December 23, early morning
30 minutes
3700 minutes total
Just a short practice this morning. Weights, squats, strength-building stuff. I was kind of lazy about it but at least I did something.
I don't really post my dreams here anymore but I've had some whoppers lately:
Yesterday morning I woke up out of a dream where F had suddenly died, his eyes just rolled up and he dropped to the ground. I had to call and tell people what had happened and try to make plans. At one point I was out at a diner with my high school girlfriends, like we've done a million times before, but I was so full of this huge sorrow. When I woke up I literally burrowed into F's chest and cried, I was so relieved that he was okay.
This morning I dreamed we had a baby. F and I were by ourselves in a hospital room, no doctor or anything, and when the baby came it was all wrong: she had a head, but the rest of her didn't have any skin, she was just a bunch of internal organs in a pile. She was alive and looking around, but we were troubled because obviously a baby is supposed to have skin. F was trying to get a doctor or a nurse to come look at her but they didn't seem too concerned, and there wasn't any sense of urgency in the dream, just a sense that something wasn't right and someone ought to do something about it.
Thursday December 23, early morning
30 minutes
3700 minutes total
Just a short practice this morning. Weights, squats, strength-building stuff. I was kind of lazy about it but at least I did something.
I don't really post my dreams here anymore but I've had some whoppers lately:
Yesterday morning I woke up out of a dream where F had suddenly died, his eyes just rolled up and he dropped to the ground. I had to call and tell people what had happened and try to make plans. At one point I was out at a diner with my high school girlfriends, like we've done a million times before, but I was so full of this huge sorrow. When I woke up I literally burrowed into F's chest and cried, I was so relieved that he was okay.
This morning I dreamed we had a baby. F and I were by ourselves in a hospital room, no doctor or anything, and when the baby came it was all wrong: she had a head, but the rest of her didn't have any skin, she was just a bunch of internal organs in a pile. She was alive and looking around, but we were troubled because obviously a baby is supposed to have skin. F was trying to get a doctor or a nurse to come look at her but they didn't seem too concerned, and there wasn't any sense of urgency in the dream, just a sense that something wasn't right and someone ought to do something about it.