I keep a dream journal.
It’s about a decade since the practice was first suggested by my yoga teacher, Gail (my very first teacher/guru).
I don’t think she’s aware how valuable that suggestion turned out for me.
I even created a website, The Yoga of Dreaming, where I document my dream/awake life happenings with intent to inspire a community of like-minded dreamers to participate. The website is a work in progress, on hold at present, but I’ll return my energy to it when the time feels right.
Interestingly, about a week ago I noticed a long lapse of no dream recall. Like 3 or 4 weeks – no dreams!
What’s going on? I wondered. Could it be that Dream Tincture from the Columbia Care medical marijuana store?
The “pharmacist” at the medical marijuana store carefully selected just the right “medicine” for me based on my evaluation:
I’ve read the research on CBD’s anti-inflammatory qualities. But I hate smoking pot … I get paranoid and can’t shut my mind down … the smoke hurts my lungs … I’ve tried the chocolate marijuana and had the same problem … I need my rest at night, and what I’ve tried so far isn’t helping.
So he prescribed the Dream Tincture liquid:
A liquid drop each night before sleep – start by taking the smallest dose. A drop under the tongue, hold in mouth for a minute, swallow and you’ll be off to a night of sweet dreams.
After about 3 or 4 weeks of religiously taking my nightly dose, I noticed that I was indeed sleeping like a baby again. Quick to fall asleep, no tossing and turning.
But no dreaming … WTF?
Hey, if this CBD is supposed to be healing for my inflammatory breast cancer that’s great – but if I’m never gunna dream again, fuck that!
So I stopped taking it.
My husband was flabbergasted by my decision. “You’re actually going to stop taking something you believe is healing for your cancer so you can remember your dreams?”
“Yes.” And exactly 3 days later my dream life resumed.
And the dream was a gem.
I titled this dream Overcome with Joy:
I witness what looked like a grocery store for elderly folk. I’m inside, observing the shoppers pushing their carts. I’m sensing the feeling of community and kindness among the customers. I watch my mother as she pushes her cart. Another shopper “finds” something and places it in Mom’s cart. I am aware that this item is something “special” and it is intended to be given to me as a gift. It’s a dish of food/dessert (?) with cellophane wrapping and a ribbon. I watch from afar. I know it’s for me. I can feel Mom’s thoughts. It’s a humble gift, but she looks forward to bestow this gift upon me and feels happy that she is able to do so. I begin to cry, at first uncontrollably, then with a smile and a feeling of overwhelming joy. I say to myself out loud through my tears, I am overcome with so much JOY!
There are really no words for the depth of love this dream imparted on my consciousness. Whether it was a literal “gift” from my mother’s consciousness to mine or a message from an unknown level of existence assuring me that this is the love that is the Reality of Life – and this is what it feels like.
I don’t know. And it doesn’t matter.
What matters is that I will never forget that feeling. And it was given as a gift in my dream.