Last night I had my first success with dream yoga. I woke up at 3 a.m. Did the guided meditation, fell asleep feeling a strong connection my subtle body. I struggled a bit to fall asleep, but ultimately I focussed on compassion as a trigger, sinking deep into the desire for sleep and how connected this was to the desire to be liberated.
When I realized I was dreaming I was walking along a busy city street. I looked for a building and flew up to a room where a woman, Maggie, who I haven't seen for a long time, gave me the list of things to do in dream yoga. She seemed a little stand offish, but I didn't care. I was doing dream yoga!
I don't think I followed the list. I had several subsequent, vivid dreams after that in which I felt very open and connected and compassionate towards people, a young child, a white taxi driver from South Africa who broke down when we passed a sign that announced the population of South Africans in Canada. He was deeply touched by the gesture, even though the sign was a thank you to the black south African fire fighters. The message though was that Canada was the most welcoming, compassionate country. He had to stop the car he was crying so much. I comforted him.
This morning I felt excited, but kind of discombobulated. Dream Yoga really shakes up our sense of self and sense of reality. Andrew Holocek points out that the ego hates dream yoga. So there's a lot of resistance. I certainly feel it.
