Let me give a disclaimer for this post. I know that the thing to do when you are living in a secluded mountain area is to blog about your “vivid dreams” and relate them to the person you are becoming though your experiences. That being said... yah.
Last week I had a “vivid dream”. An old male friend and I were running down the streets of Encinitas to a bar… the bar, is still unclear to me. I say that the dream was “vivid” because we were clearly intoxicated in the dream and as we sobered up, the dream became more clear… so “realistic” is more like it. The bar we went to was darker than The Cliffy, was in near proximity to The Leucadian, was cozy like The Office, and I am sure had a name shadier than The Back Door. We guzzled DRAFT BEER with friends until we were buzzy and…
At this point I would like to hit the pause button so that baby kittens won’t die.
Later in the week I went to a meditation class in which the lama spoke of allowing thoughts and feelings to arise then fade away. He spoke of coming back to the feelings later and instead of asking why they were happening, noticing what they felt like.
I have been pushing the dream out of my thoughts now for a week, and I think it is time to revisit it. Tonight, instead of blaming my dream on the fact that I am craving a Draft Beer (among other things), I am going to meditate on the feeling of intoxication and wonder if I can stumble across any hints as to where the hell I was.