Walking, with purpose, from the thick of a group of people. I do not see the crowd, only the people I am about to pass. There is James, who I resent for the way he used me, standing with his ex-girlfriend. They are standing in front of a bar after a show... it feels like the local venue but I know it's not. I watch his eyes stare at me intently like he always does, before he finally catches my attention and then ignores me. I feel irritated, annoyed that he's even there. I don't know if I know it's a dream but I recognize that he is not welcome in my thoughts. Negativity subsides as I begin to pass them for he is standing with Anthony, the thrill in my stride, and I know that James will silence his apathy in the realization that he is not everything he convinces himself to be.
I beeline for the door, but not without the strong intent of stopping to say hello. I walk directly to Anthony, interrupting his conversation, grabbing him forearm to forearm, hand to the inside of his elbow. I squeeze and smile and say hello, but only at this point do I really see his face as he smiles back.
As I am experiencing this I split into two. I begin watching this from a third party perspective, perhaps standing only feet away. I watch my interactions and begin to detach emotionally from the version of me actually IN action, and the omniscient place my conscious has reappeared. I am hearing a voice, almost a narrative but from somewhere still tangible.
I walk away from him with increasing stride, almost leaping weightless, with a danceresque bounce. I am headed toward an open door at the end of the bar. The door opens inwards, the bar is dark, colored in blues and greens and dim orange lights sprinkled through the ceiling. The light from the door is bright, and white and fresh blue, the light floods the few feet in front of the door with a promising, refreshing, and blissful energy. It seems to be on a cliff, you can see vegetation but mostly it looks as though it is in Greece, for you can see the horizon of the ocean and the bright blue water. It is not as thought I am going to be jumping off a cliff, it has a much more magical portal feel/sense.
It is at this moment that the omniscient self hears a voice coming from behind wherever it is that I am existing. It is speaking to me, but at Anthony, and it says '...hey, you have to catch her.' It seems almost as though it were casual dialogue that says "Oh, catch her before she leaves" as if I forgot something or someone needed to tell me something, but it feels more significant.
As this is being said I see Anthony's head follow his gaze over his shoulder. I watch myself go from a shadowed figure to having a long, teal, white, and red zigzagged flowy skirt, with white loose shirt tucked in. My hair is long, dark, curly, and blowing in the wind. I hear the phrase 'Greek Esmerelda' I am practically galloping towards the door as my arm turns behind me and waves gently at everyone. I am smiling and the vision of the dream turns to slow motion. Perhaps because all that I see is so beautiful and I want to breathe and take it all in.
I am suspended in the light, on the threshold of the door, as Anthony's face turns toward mine and is covered in the same light. We can see each other, and my perspective from within the dream returns to my actual being, the one I have been watching. I can feel myself paused, I feel very lightweight, airy.
