lemon cream pie. dream

i had 2 slices of lemon cream last night. it was heaven. i awoke at 4. it was hell. the road from the bed to the meditation closet was...an impossible journey. i was dead sure i had to sleep more. i did. and i dreamed.

i have forgotten most of the specifics of the dream content. what has really stayed with me is that it is big, bright and bold while suffused with fierce calmness and fiery contentment. i am visiting places with this man, Shiu, whom i had a secret crush on back in the days when i felt worthless inside. way back. in the dream there is nothing but harmony and tenderness between us. simply sweet. at one point, we are looking closely at lovely miniatures of chinese deities in jade and gold. i don't feel small nor big, just equal to what's in front of me. later, he buys me a soft, smooth scarf of wool with an elegant pattern of color squares.

i wake up, lighthearted and rested. hey, does this mean it's okay to binge before going to bed? does this mean it's possible to meditate horizontal? 

dream on, suk wah, dream on.