Evening, 9/19/07

Sitting to meditate tonight. The cat crawls up in my lap and starts his kneading, purring routine, and I smile inside. He soon becomes bored with that and jumps down off the couch; and I make small adjustments to my posture. I go into a dreamy state and visualize a scene in which people are going through a gate, sort of like a customs gate into another country; and it's the ones who act silly, goofy, crazy, who are allowed to go through. It seemed like it was a good thing to be allowed into the country. Then I wake up from this dreamlike state and am conscious of an ache in my right shoulder. Restlessness then becomes a distraction. To distract myself from the restless feeling of worms in the pit of my stomach, I bring up the image of the guy streaking through WalMart on Monday night. I wonder if that is what stimulated the dream sequence. I take deep breaths and sit through the restlessness. My perception of time this time is that it seems to be passing slowly. I wonder if I actually pushed the start button on the timer. I resist the impulse to open my eyes and look at the timer. And then, I do look: one minute, 25 seconds left. Back to sitting; I can do anything for one minute, 25 seconds. Beep. Beep. Beep.