My dreams are usually pretty vivid. When I wake up, I can normally recount the dream, complete with sensory details and emotions. I’m a fairly lucid dreamer as well; I know when I’m dreaming, I can sometimes change the course of the dream with a bit of effort, and I can wake myself up if things aren’t going well (like if some crazy beast monster is chasing me).
However, last night’s dream was neither vivid nor lucid. I can only remember one thing, and I was fully convinced that I was not dreaming. This was my dream: I was able to achieve full Hanumanasana on both sides, no sweat.
This is crazy talk for a couple of reasons. First, as a triathlete, I am constantly at battle with my hips, which are more often than not tighter than the hips of an 80 year old woman. It takes serious coaxing and patience to get my hips to cooperate during yoga. However, yoga has been the only thing capable of keep my hips healthy, and aside from a tight IT band every now and then, I can attribute yoga to keeping me relatively injury free.
Secondly, in my dream, I was fully convinced that my ability to do Hanumanasana was real, that I had been doing it for years, and that it was the easiest pose in the entire world. Au contraire. I have never been able to get anywhere close to full Hanumanasana. In fact, I can’t remember a time in my life where I was even relatively flexible. I was kicked out of gymnastics as a kid for being too tall and too rigid.
So, if physically achieving Hanumanasana is nothing but a goal right now, why was my dream mind so convinced that I’m capable of it? Not to get all psychoanalytical on you, but what is the message of this dream?
I have a couple of theories. First, Hanumanasana requires intense openness, and a willingness to put aside the impossible. To echo the story of Hanuman, it is literally a leap of faith. Perhaps it is time to reestablish a beginner’s mind, to look past what I think is possible and attempt to achieve things I’ve never even considered before. Maybe the dream is a subtle message to myself to try a little openness.
Secondly, Hanuman is representative of devotion, as his unwavering devotion to Rama gave him the power to do great things in the name of his beloved. Maybe it’s time to reassess my loyalties, to honor those who deserve it and fix my attention on loved ones who need my help.
I suppose if I take the dream literally, it could be telling me to work on my bendiness and make Hanumanasana a featured part of my daily practice. While this could be a good thing (my hips could use the work for sure), I’m leaning towards a more symbolic interpretation. I’ve always been more of a Ganesha girl myself, but there’s plenty to learn from Hanuman.