Dream Post 6: Yoga?

I had a dream:

I am with my friend Jen, the other Jen, and I am going with her to her apartment (her families apartment?) in “the city” which is either a) a second city that lives in my head that I’ve dreamed of before or b) a borough of the city that is already in my head. I haven’t decided which, yet. She is showing me her apartment, which I have been to before in my dreams (once) and I remember it, but it is very dusty and dark, like no one ever opens the windows or turns the lights up past “dim.” Then, I am going to yoga in this old building, but I remember being in my jeans, which is not helpful for yoga. Some woman has brought her baby, but it’s only the head of a baby, not its whole body. This doesn’t frighten me, because apparently this is normal. I comment on the fact that the baby has an excellent laugh, and his mom is like, “Well too bad you can’t see his smile, but I left his mouth at home.” It is very bizarre. Then the baby is a regular sized toddler, and apparently everyone has brought their children to yoga class. So someone gets the idea to have a babysitter take all the children to another room while the parents do the yoga. I help bring the children over to this room, and one little boy says he thinks I am fun and wants to play with me. I am torn between going to the babysitting room and going back to yoga, but in the end, I go back to yoga. Jeff is there, and we begin yoga, but the room we are in is apparently outdoors, and I am covered in bugs, and the ground is very uneven, so it’s hard to do the yoga. The ground is all moss, instead of being grass, and I find it very hard to get comfortable.

Then I wake up.

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About sorellaaglio

I am 26. I love nature. I love trying new things, and I love children. I love cooking, baking, and sometimes even cleaning. I am an organized mess, and yet manage to eat three meals a day and get eight hours of sleep a night. If you stop by, I'll feed you and make you a mixed CD. Oh, and I am a fan of you.
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