My hormonal dreams are back. When I say dreams, I gloss over how horrible they are. Last night, for instance, I dreamt that I lost my way (I lose my way a lot in my dreams; Freud would attribute it to something sexual I am sure, but I just think I am seriously lost in life, and push back the uncomfortable questions and doubts into the dark underbelly of subconsciousness, which get back at me in dreams) to an exam hall, finally get there, read the question paper, the question says “Why did wearing of red robes by nuns in the Vatican result in world war II” (do you think I can make that up?), and I have no clue. I also realised that I don’t have a paper to write on, and awoke in cold sweat.
I also have interesting split persona dreams – while a dream is unraveling, another part of me is a spectator of it, and provides a running commentary for my benefit. For example, in the above dream, the second me kept saying “are you going to ever stop dreaming about exams…but thank God, at least you are not naked in this one. Why are you dreaming about nuns wearing red? It’s not even period time yet…”.
My paternal uncle (and I’ve said this before), has Alzheimer’s. Whenever I get such dreams, I worry. What if the dreams of now are harbingers of cognitive decline in my later years? Oh well.
Lately, I’ve been making lifestyle changes to my life. This comes from the realisation that I am perhaps in the geometric middle of my lifespan, and from here-on, unless I clean up my lifestyle, it’s going to get pretty choppy. Not that I had too much of a messy lifestyle, but the stubborn visceral fat tells a minor tale of its own. So apart from nutritional balance etc., I have adopted the practice of daily “abhayangam” – a daily 15 minute oil self-massage before showering. It’s been three months, and the effects seem to show now. Three people have told me in the past week that my skin’s glowing. I suspect they saw me at dusk when the lighting was just right, but still, I’d like to attribute it to the abhayangam.
I’d definitely recommend it to mid-lifers.
I have one chapter to write, one paper to edit and one media report to frame for the next two days. I also have six proposals to write in the next three weeks. And the kid’s exams are on, so intensive tutoring as well.
So, that’s my Monday. How have you been?