I should have known it was a dream, because I was in a yoga classs. I don't take yoga class. I think I can honestly say, that apart from the impromptu yoga instruction that my friend Alice gave David, Anna and me on the beach of her cottage property, that I have never done yoga in a group. (I don't exercise well with others - see previous blog post I DON'T GLOW)
But this dream seemed SO real. There were a bunch of couples all taking the class and it was the warm-down portion of yoga. Warm-down from YOGA?? Is this where your heart actually stops? Plus, couples were doing yoga? I should have known how the dream was going to turn out. (Feel free to insert the 'bow-wown-chicka-wown-wown' music cue here.)
So here I am on my yoga mat, in the very dimly-lit yoga studio that is apparently at some fancy-schmancy Muskoka-like resort. (Again, should have known it was a dream - we can't possibly afford to go to a place like that.) And there's this friend, who is sort of an amalgam of every gorgeous gay male I've ever been friends with/met. In the dream he's married to a woman (??), but I'm still convinced that he's gay, and that his wife must just be oblivious to his obvious gayness. Because he's the best dressed guy in the yoga studio and could out-panache freaking Cyrano. And this dude is on a yoga mat beside me.
Then this absolutely gorgeous gay friend of mine starts talking dirty to me! Luridly, descriptively dirty. Telling me all the things he wanted to do to ME. I was understandably shocked because 1) he's GAY and 2) we're in YOGA CLASS. I was also shocked because although we've been in an exhausting yoga class, I'm not all sweaty and gross. I look around, but nobody seems to be the wiser because the lights are low and I guess everyone is in their own 'cone of silence' and they can't hear all the incredibly descriptive things he's saying to me. I'm thinking to myself, "I'm not flexible enough for half of what you're suggesting."
And I say to him, "Dude! We're in yoga class. Your wife is right over there." Then, in possibly the sexiest voice I've ever heard since Johnny Depp said in Chocolat "I'll come round sometime and get that squeak out of your door," this guy says, "I don't care. I just want to take my (random body part) and rub it all over your (random body part)... " and he itemizes once more all the things he wants to do with my body. And there I am, just trying to do the Cobra and mind my own business, in spite of the fact, that the guy is very, very, very attractive and even though I know he's gay and that his wife is in the room with us, and David is probably somewhere around too, I'm worried I might cave. But I persevere. I do not break my Cobra pose.
Then, as he's still talking to me, the dude starts to... uh... get 'friendly' with himself. RIGHT THERE IN THE YOGA CLASS. "Dude!! You're in a room full of people!" "I don't care! All I can think about is...(many more vividly descriptive words)..." So then he... um... finishes... STILL describing everything he wants to do to me, and there's no possibly way that people couldn't know what he's been doing, because frankly, it looks like he's had an accident with a squeezable mayonnaise bottle and... he's wearing black. Which should have also let me know that it was definitely a dream, because it was so much more than a teaspoon, if you know what I'm saying. And he goes off to clean himself up and he rest of the class is looking at ME, while I'm still in Cobra pose. And they're all giving me the "Heather, what have you done???" look. To which I panic and say, "NOTHING! I'm just doing my Cobra pose!" And his wife is really not pleased with me. And I don't know what to say to the wife of a gay man when she apparently doesn't even know that the man she's married to is gay. I mean maybe he's never talked to her that way and she's upset that he had that much of a response to my proximity. Then I think I was banned from yoga class in spite my objections. "But he's GAY!!! And I was doing the COBRA pose! My hands were on the ground!!"
Any couch-psychologists care to analyze that sucker?
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