tranquilitypark

Preface:
I went to bed around 11ish or so. I am more mentally tired today than physically tired.
I go so sleep thinking about dream yoga.

Side Note: I could not get Loretta Lynn out of my head yesterday. I don't like country music but Coal Miner's Daughter got stuck in my head without me physically hearing it.

DR 1
In a gym...I'm doing gymnastics on a balance beam. I'm watching myself do back-flips on the beam and I'm actually pretty good. Watching myself, but I am feeling all of the movement. My movements are controlled, but it still doesn't wake me up.

DR 2
I go to visit my mom. She is happy, living in a little house or apartment, I can't tell. She is going to show me something in her bedroom, so I follow her into a nice sized room. There is a king sized bed in the room, and there is natural light coming from a window at the back. There is this little white dog (looks like a terrier) jumping around following her around. The dog is excited to see both of us, and I am thinking, "oh he is so cute! Where did she get him?"

DR 3
I have to pick up a package, so I go to a building across town. It has a walkway..I have to walk a ways to get there. Whatever I came to pick up isn't there. Two guys (tall, lanky, grimy looking guys) are sitting at a table. One of them has dark blonde greasy hair and darker facial hair. They look like they are in jail, but the place isn't a jail. He says he has a letter for me. He holds it up. I wake up before I can grab it.