A Sports Trilogy Of Sorts
In yoga class, it was so crowded that there were only a few inches between mats. These actresses that were filming a movie about Alaska nearby thought it would be fun to join the class. They all stood with their mats over on the side, carrying on and tossing their hair, and had no idea how to do yoga. I wished they would get back to their set with fake icebergs (which yes, did appear in the dream) and get out of my class.
I then stumbled into a men's swim practice where the entire team was lined up in their suits and goggles ready to dive into a pool. I was in the middle of the pool, and this cute guy swam over and threw a basketball at me. I threw it back, and it was clear that I sucked at passing basketballs. He started giving me basketball-passing lessons, and I improved quickly. Then, we started making out in the middle of the pool with the whole team watching. At first I thought it was kind of hot, but then started feeling freaked out. Luckily, he suddenly swam across the pool and disappeared. I later found out that he was an escaped convict on the lam and had been hiding in the swimming pool pretending to be part of the team.
Finally , I was leaving the lovely Rancho La Puerta spa after a not-very-relaxing time spent with these unknown women in their 50's and 60's, and realized I had this crazy ashy, hyperkeratotic, erythematous, vesicular third-degree burn all over the backs of my arms and shoulders. I kept trying to get into enough light to take a better look at it, but there wasn't enough sunshine.
I then stumbled into a men's swim practice where the entire team was lined up in their suits and goggles ready to dive into a pool. I was in the middle of the pool, and this cute guy swam over and threw a basketball at me. I threw it back, and it was clear that I sucked at passing basketballs. He started giving me basketball-passing lessons, and I improved quickly. Then, we started making out in the middle of the pool with the whole team watching. At first I thought it was kind of hot, but then started feeling freaked out. Luckily, he suddenly swam across the pool and disappeared. I later found out that he was an escaped convict on the lam and had been hiding in the swimming pool pretending to be part of the team.
Finally , I was leaving the lovely Rancho La Puerta spa after a not-very-relaxing time spent with these unknown women in their 50's and 60's, and realized I had this crazy ashy, hyperkeratotic, erythematous, vesicular third-degree burn all over the backs of my arms and shoulders. I kept trying to get into enough light to take a better look at it, but there wasn't enough sunshine.
posted by mayfly at 7:52 AM
2 Comments:
i like this dream. various types of social situations that sounds familiar. how come you don't have more embarassing things in your dreams? i take it you are censoring. do you type up your dream as soon as you wake, or do you handwrite first? give us your process, man.
Sorry, yoga is not a sport.
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