Celia's Magic Water

I meditated for a while,, then took shavasana, then rolled over into fetal position where I fell asleep.  In dream that followed shortly.....


I was at One Yoga, I thought to teach a noon class, but when I went into the room, Jessa was standing at the front of a packed sanctuary teaching a Yoga class with weights.  I went out into the lobby and saw that there were two classes going on.  One was Mario's, which in my haste I had thought was mine, and the other one said Celia's Magic water.  Now I had seen Celia's magic water before bottled, in little plastic bottles (in another dream) and I had read the label and it said never goes bad.  I had laughed to my self knowing that the water was leaching BPAs.  But Celia was in the lobby of one, right where the water machine was and there was a closet that dropped down four feet to some water in what seemed to be a basin inside a plastic shower structure.  I asked Celia, who was a 50 year old woman with piercing  eyes, and white hair, but very smooth tan skin, where her water came from and as I did, Michele was walking by and said "verdana".  Celia said,  I filled up when we in Verdana, the last time, but it remained unclear whether it was spring water or tap water.  She asked it I wanted to try it, and I was like, what the hell.  She dipped a large mesh strainer with a handle down into the water , scooped it back up and set it on my head.  She let it sit there about 30 seconds and then said there you go, and as she took it off I realized I couldn't stand up... I started shaking and pulsing and almost crying, and she said "let it go" and I rolled down to the right and began breathing fast and practicing Brahmari... faster and harder and I left my body and found I was riding a bicycle very fast down a hill, in a "dream world" and it was very intense to be there, and my body felt very intense and I was getting tired of doing Brahmari and I realized I didn't need to breathe... I was biking down a hill through a farmers market and there were Asian ladies selling bunches of greens and I rolled all the way to the bottom and turned to get off that road, and suddenly I was back in the lobby at One Yoga.  Jessa's class was ending and several students were leaving and were wearing costumes, of vikings, or medieval knights.    I talked with them about it and they said whats the fun of going to Yoga without a costume... and I said yeah, you might as well watch TV in your pajamas.  There was a blizzard outside, so one of the guys asked if I wanted a ride home.  We went outside (26th st. went East) and got in his car... As we did I saw a red car with three bucket seats where the windshield wrapped around the side of the seats, so the rider was in like a bubble.  We were driving east, the wrong way.  I mentioned that, and we turned off and pulled off behind my dad's church which he shared with 2 other churches, but it wasn't spring house.  I had a key, so we went in the back door.  In the room there was a table set, filled with plates and bowels of the most delicious looking bread.  I smell it.  It smelled amazing.  I wanted to eat some, but my friend was leaving so I grabbed a dinner roll.  It was so soft.  My friend walked out through the front door, and I followed him.  I had a black backpack and a brown wedge bag.  As we walked out the strong black guy with a long beard from Asheville who mowed all the lawns on Houston street was there.  He did maintenance for the church.  He asked me what I was doing with that back pack and I said, it was mine.  He looked at me suspiciously and I wondered what his deal was.  Then we went to go get in my friend's car.  The maintenance guy's black backpack and brown wedge bag were hanging on the door of his car.  I called him over and we laughed about how our bags were identical.  Then a car drove by with the radio on very loud, and a girl was singing even louder and out of key to a bass filed r&b song.  Some other pretty black girls getting into a car parked 2 in front of us laughed and said, she was ruining the song.  I joked that maybe she couldn't sing but with a voice that loud she should be able to get a job doing something.  They though I was flirting, and they ignored me, but as we were driving away I noticed they were looking at me.