I approached the gate and pushed the buzzer.  It was raining and cold.  I was greeted by a man who showed me inside.  The room was full of magazines - lots of them yoga oriented - and I flipped through a few until I decided to try one-legged pigeon pose.  I got all the way into the pose with my toes touching my chin when a door opened and a man I used to love walked in. Only then did I realize that I had come to see him.  He took my hand and led me down a long hallway to a huge pool.  We got on a raft, lying face to face and we began floating.  We were naked.  We said nothing, just stared at each other and floated.  We finally reached the other side and were clothed again.  I got off the raft.  For a second he held my hand. Then we let go and I left.  I walked out a different door. The rain had stopped.


hannahjustbreathe said...

The hidden meanings---or, perhaps, not so hidden---of this dream are many, and fascinating.

Dorothy said...

I know. It's weird. That's why I had to get out of bed in the wee hours to write it down before I forgot it. It's almost a perfect exemplar of 'textbook'. Plus it has do many elements of my life. I've had lots of Dreams like this lately - heavy on meaning. And I think it's all the yoga. It's crazy.