This morning I awoke at 4:30 from a chaotic yoga dream.
I was in the hot room but the room was like a jungle. Hot and humid, plants everywhere, leopard print couches, and my fellow yogis lounging, drinking beer and sleeping. I left the room to fill my water bottle and the reception area was the same as it always is, peaceful, calm, bright and people chatting. When I walked back into the room chaos had erupted. Loud music was blaring from speakers, people were dancing, drinking and spilling beer everywhere. My instructor walked in and I thought, ok things will calm down now and we can start our practice. But he just proceeded to jump up on the teacher's podium and play air guitar.
I sat bolt right up in bed. What the fuck?