Its not just the Bloody Marys inducing the crazy dreams around here. Honestly, it’s been going on for over a week now. Every night is a haze of people I know finding new lovers, people I know breaking up with old lovers, babies being born and friend of a friend’s relatives dying. I wake up at random hours hot and tangled and achey from fighting in my sleep. This morning I woke up around 2 AM because I was being attacked by a bear. I have lines on the insides of my cheeks where I’ve chewed them. My hands cramp from holding swords and slaying dragons.
My dreams have been an incoherent swirl of images that are reminiscent of Hunter S. Thompson’s LSD induced visions. It’s like Quentin Tarantino, Wes Anderson and Rob Zombie decided to direct a movie together inside my brain. I have no idea what’s going on. I am not the type of person that pays attention to the phases of the moon or the alignment (or misalignment) of the stars. I do spend a lot of time in my own head and I have been known to have an active imagination. I also have the hypochondriac gene. A few weeks ago I had a dry itchy patch on my hip and I was pretty convinced I had shingles. I don’t have shingles. I just need to slather myself in lotion. Every day.
One thing I haven’t been doing is savasana (final relaxation). I’ve been skipping it and doing twenty minutes of meditation instead. I just don’t have the time in the morning for a full yoga practice with a twenty minute savasana and a twenty minute meditation practice. I’ve always told my students that savasana is the most important yoga pose and I’ve been skipping it for weeks now. I know. This morning I decided to post pone meditation practice in favor of a twenty minute savasana. Meditation is going to become part of the getting-ready-for-bed ritual. Maybe I can use that twenty minutes to put the beasts in their cages and lock up the evil witches before I crawl into bed.
I’ll let you know how that goes.