The Grape Thief

(First night on prickly lettuce and ladies mantel)
2:30 am
I was staying in a condo, type living situation with CJ and tom.  My stiff was back tucked in a room, and there was a beautiful common space.  It was artistic.  At One point Jaime from One Yoga had asked me to figure out what the air conditioning bill for a yoga space that we shared would be.

But tonight I came home to the condo, and there was water on the floor in my room.  There was water dripping from the rafters and pipes, falling onto my clothes, a hundred grey dicky shirts neatly pressed and hung on clothing racks like a store.

Tom and CJ came in, we were all puzzled until we looked out at our common space.  The ceilings were 6 feet high, like an office building.  A crane that was doing work on the outside of the building had knocked through the wall into our condo.  We started yelling, but the operator could't hear us.  People and police ran up the stairs, we ran out the back door.  I followed Tom into a little side room, but he disappeared.  My brother and I were there.  the room had a tv, and there were four guys watching tv.   A red curtain hung across the wall of windows that faced out to a busy sidewalk.  I began opening the curtains, behind which were doors, opened four doors and tried to slip through,  brother just slipped through after me.  He wanted to invoke a cartoonish japanamation looking spirit, (It reminded me of totorro, or a pokeman).  He started to meditate right on the street, but there was commotion everywhere and I told him he'd do better to find a yoga space.

We were in Mexico now, and we walked up the street finally ducking into a yoga studio.  The walls were covered with those foam tiles people use to make drop down ceilings.  There was a tiny door in the wall in the back and Ben ran straight for it, trying to get in.... I began hustling the mexican woman who owned the studio.  Ben came back dressed somewhat like Super Mario, the studio was very excited and wanted him to work the summer tourism season, and bring the money to her.  I convinced her with sex energy to bring the money to me.  I had her in the pal of my hand.  We were just about to leave, and I had been maintaining integrity, keeping myself completely intact, when the thought went through my head that I had someone here who would do anything, sexually.  She was lying on the floor waiting, her pussy waited open.  I stuck the tip of my penis in it, and felt a rush, coming, lack of control.  I engaged the bandhas and pulled out, and stopped the flow.  I awoke.  I had not soiled the sheets.

Woke up and practiced.  108 breaths breathes Nadi Shoduna.   Mula Bandha.  Sat in meditation.  Took Shavasana.  Next thing I remember I was walking up a road with surreal flowers and gardens planted.  I was thinking about how sad I am that winter is coming because the plants go away.  I will miss them. A fence lined the road and growing on it are the most beautiful muscadine grapes.  It is in someone's yard, but out facing the road, so I decide it is game to pick.  I eat one.  Not amazing flavor, but the color and  shape keep drawing me back.  They are almost luminous.  I pick a few more and eat them.  I see a bunch that is shaped like a pyramid.  I am almost lucid, but not quite, I am certainly in the moment.  I pick the pyramid bunch, and begin walking a little faster, until I find myself lying on the floor in shavasana once more.

First night of allowing myself to practice in the middle of the night went over well.  I feel rested and the satisfaction of having practiced consciousness extensively.