When most people hear the word dreaming, they think of what happens at night. The strange images, the emotional fragments, the stories the mind makes while the body is asleep. But dreaming begins much earlier than that. The mind is always weaving. In waking life, it weaves memory, emotion, sensation, and anticipation. At night, that weaving becomes more visible. What lives beneath the surface begins to speak in image, symbol, feeling, and movement. This is part of why Yoga Nidra can feel so mysterious to people at first. You may not be fully asleep, and yet something in you is moving through a dreamlike space. You may still hear the voice guiding you, and yet your body feels far away. You may leave the practice with an image, a colour, a sensation, or a feeling you can’t quite explain. That doesn’t mean you “drifted off” or did it wrong. It means you entered a different layer of awareness. Yoga Nidra lives in that threshold space. Not fully awake or fully sleeping... It's a bridge. And the threshold matters because this is where the thinking mind loosens its grip. It stops organizing everything into a linear sense and becomes more receptive or abstract. This is one reason dreams can feel so important after a period of deep rest. When the nervous system is under constant strain, we often lose contact with these subtler layers. We sleep, but not always deeply. We dream, but don’t remember or wake carrying tension instead of insight. Yoga Nidra helps restore the conditions for dreaming to become more vivid, more coherent, and more meaningful by supporting the body in feeling safe enough to enter rest more fully. And dreaming, in this way, is not just about what happens at night. It’s also about imagination. Inner vision.The symbolic language of the deeper self. So when we speak of dreaming with Yoga Nidra, we’re not only speaking about nighttime dreams. We’re speaking about learning how to listen when the surface mind quiets and something deeper begins to speak.

I just listened to the live YouTube broadcast. Such a wonderful Nidra. I am sharing this poem today since it is World Poetry Day and because it came to me in a dream. It kind of is a dream. No Apology The moon shines down, on the temple The temple of your heart. Waiting for the bus on a grimy night Decades away from here The number seven, driven by your shadow. Or is it the shadow of the number seven, driven by you? The electronic information board says it is decades away. Yet in one sigh of your breath, kissing the cold air, It is here. It arrives in a confused finale of smoke and grumbling apologies, Spitting out the commuters like a mouthful of unwanted fishbones. Fishbones making their way into the unashamed night. No apology needed. None given. You make your way to an unwanted seat. The only one. Next to the unwanted, dishevelled woman, and her unwanted child. The child looks accusingly at you. As if its very existence was always your fault. And you apologise for sitting down. No apology needed. The bus waits for all eternity before moving into the lightless night. Infinite numbers of souls arrive and depart, Yet no one moves. How could they? There is nowhere to go. All that is asked of you is to wait. Your destination has always been known, Although never revealed. Hold my hand. Hold hands with everyone who has ever loved you. And don’t apologise to them for loving you. This is your destination. Love. Love is your destination. No apology needed.