Continued
I overanalysed last night’s dream as usual, but suffice it to say it was about being lost. In the last few weeks, this theme has featured in my dreams. I think last night was the third such dream. And I know what you will say: I am not looking after myself properly—not eating well and getting enough exercise—which is why I am lost in my dreams. I lack momentum and direction. I do love the word momentum, perhaps because of Tum at the end. More words should end with the word tum. Mine is too big, my tum, that it, as I ate too much, but my plan to reduce it is gaining momentum ( couldn’t resisttum.)
Giving up the gin was all very well and good, but I know I am nowhere near as fit as I could be. During my first yoga class last week, I was aghast at my spare tyres as I viewed them from a pathetic attempt at a downward dog. The fart mid pose did not help and as a result, I will not be going back, even though the lady on my right laughed.
In my dream, I was walking through the airport for days, trying to find the correct gate. The exhaustion was real, and everybody kept giving me the wrong directions. Lucid dreams like these leave me waking up with a hangover-type feeling without the joy of having had a drink.
All the best
Stay fab
Adele
