Missed practice, wierd dreams
I have skipped a few days' pratice lately, due to
various feeble excuses that all basically boil down to
lack of tapas. (I'm referring to niyama here and not
Spanish food, ok?).
And I have also, possibly as a
result, been having the most wierd, vivid and unpleasant
dreams. E.g. one in which I was engaging in violent
vigilante-style actions in the town where my family used to go on
holiday when I was a kid, in a kind of bucolic "The
Archers" meets "Get Carter" scenario. [The real "Get
Carter" not the ridiculuous Stallone travesty. Please.]
Another in which I was being ferociously attacked by my
mother's cats (she doesn't have any in real life) while
protesting to her about debts she had signed me up for
without my consent. Clearly wide open to both karmic and
freudian interpretations.
All this leaves me
waking up at least as tired as when I went to bed, so
that's it. I've learned my lesson. No more skipped
practices.
|