I had a dream that not one person signed up for my Yoga Adventure in Africa, not one person from either here or in Tanzania. not. one.
I also dreamt that my nose stud fell out while I was sleeping. In the dream I went to look for it and when I picked it up it wasn’t my diamond, but a diamond-shaped, faceted piece of large, cloudy plastic. In the dream I touched my nostril and where the stud had been was a hard red bump. The dream seemed so real that when I woke up this morning I touched my left nostril to see if my piercing was still there.
Unlike other people, I rarely remember my dreams, and the ones I do remember are always disturbing ones.
Maybe it signifies that all my diamond dreams will turn to shit and I am nothing but a cheap fake. The feelings that I will die in India are becoming stronger.