There was a cow

Couldn't sleep too well this morning. Some pretty messed up dreams.

In one of these, it was night and I was driving somewhere. A cow suddenly appeared on the road and couldn't avoid it. Somehow, nothing happened to the car but nothing was left of the cow.

Nobody seemed to have cared about the cow. Just stood there, in the hell of rethinking it all, watching the night become a morning and the remnants of the cow disappearing.

The next day, uncle and aunt picked me up. My mind was still clouded from the disaster. Even back at the summerhouse, where I tried to meditate, the mind didn't clear up too easily.

The following dreams contained too much anti-celibacy stuff. Had to wake up, turn around, but then there was another one right there.

Would like a more regulated daily routine, in order to fit pranayama into the schedule again. It seems really difficult to do without those breathing exercises.
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Wow, what an awesome feeling to listen to music and work from home again (kind of like a substitute to all those weekdays and weekends at work).

Productivity sure is improved at home. Communication overhead is minimized.