Dream on my day off

A few days ago, Jenna had a dream about Guruji at a football stadium. I love dreams! And I share this morning’s dream because it cracks me up:

Richard Freeman, wearing pink rubber gloves, is in my kitchen, singing to me (with a Pepe Le Pew French accent) a deeply insightful song about practicing yoga.

Dreams are supposed to be the mind’s way of processing information from waking life. How it’s come to this, I can’t say, but I have to assume everything is going quite well if this is the sort of thing that’s going on in my psyche 😉


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