i dreamed first of watching a highschool dance company do a really fresh hip hop routine and fell so in love that i decided to join. i believe i then performed for the head of the company to prove that i could be in it, and won the respect of many of the dancers watching. then i found out my cousin dyna (who recently had a baby and put on a lot of weight) was actually in the company with several other girls (i hadn't seen any girls initially) and she was in the best shape of her life and (i think) stoked that i was joining. i should've realized i was dreaming at this point, but whatever - it made me very happy.
then i was in a HUGE room with 5/6/7-story ceilings and a track on the ceiling w/ a swivel hook. (the tracks moved around? or were a grid that i could move on?) I ended up doing an epic rolling, roving aerial silks performance (on very short, thin white strips of fabric) for the entire high school. i was excellent, but had gotten myself out into the middle of this sea of a ceiling, and had to be pulled back to the side by someone i remember calling "my big brother" (a friend but i don't remember who). This part of it wasn't very graceful, but i didn't care because i was filled with pride and felt like a rockstar at this point. I had already lived two of my dance fantasies.
when i got to the edge i was on a higher-up level of a multi-story set of platforms that extended around the edges of the building i was in. A lot of the people had dissipated from the room, but a few had remained and some were there waiting to congratulate or meet me. Two in particular made my heart flutter, but i played it cool. It was Les Twins (famous dancers) and a friend or member of their entourage. The came up to tell me how good i was and i returned the compliment... I don't recall how the conversation ended but the moment filled me with joy.
THEN, i walked off down one of the ramps (this place was beginning to resemble a giant jungle gym from the movie HOOK at this point - ragged, made of scrap materials and multi-leveled with various, odd and sometimes sketchy ways to get down or up a level. On it, i found my (long-lost, and then found again - in waking life) friend Beren and our mutual friend Mark (both people from my distant past) and Beren was crying, but in a healing-deep-trauma kind of way. For some reason i told them i couldn't stay but gave hugs and love before i ran off.
The next thing i remember, Robin (in ethereal, no-body form) and I were floating over the ocean along the edge of a cliff, looking at a large property that we recognized from a movie set, and we were discussing which movie we thought it was.
Then, i was on land again and it was warm and sunny out. There were people (mostly my age) lying around in groups or walking around. there were various scattered buildings (very far away from eachother) that didn't give any real impression as to what they were for or what this place was. Suddenly i found myself inspired to do a "windmill" move, and executed it perfectly. Again, i was filled with elation for being able to pull off the things i only dream about it waking life...
Next i was walking with a young woman my age - a friend, but i don't remember who exactly. I was talking about how all of my "dreams" were oming true and how excited i was about the possibilities. She was privy to all that had happened so far, somehow, and was excited for me, reciting back to me the various aspects of my aspirations were lining up for me to finaly live them. one of them icluded a writing job - but i don't remember actually dreaming about that...
****while i'm writing this a memory of another long-ago dream is coming back to me though... a library that mystepmom worked in, with a circular glass atrium and elevator in the center... some naughty friends of mine doing drugs in one of the side rooms... a school and a class i never found until the end of the semester when it was too late...****
...anyway, as we're walking, i'm talking about how excited i am, and that i feel like i coudl just float away. As i say this the memory comes to me that i have been able (in so many dreams) to fly by simply taking deep breaths and floating, and then i do. At some point in my ascent, i realize that my weightlessness is increasing, the higher i get, and soon, i will be whisked away into the wind without any control over where i'm going. The feeling is frightening, but also familiar. As my friend and all of the randomly placed houses/buildings in this giant field become smaller and smaller, i am drafted into a cold jet stream. i think this part actually lasted a really long time, but you don't remember much of time or space when you're surrounded only by clouds... Eventually though, i find myself dropping (and still drifting sideways) and then i'm being hurdled toward a tree that is next to a several-story brick building. I grab onto one of its branches to slow myself so i don't smack into the wall, and land directly into a small (TOO SMALL!) window of an eighth floor baby nursery from the early 1900's. I am somehow many sizes larger than the nursemaids and babies in this room (one of them was actually just a small root with a white bonnet and gown on?) and although they should be rather frightened of me, i suppose i'm rather polite, so they aren't and they oblige to help me through. (At this point my head, shoulders and hands are inside the window, and everything else is hanging outside. I am acutely aware that there are people watching me. I am now dresssed like Alice, with a dress and pinafore, stockings and little black shoes.
My consciousness at this point is transferred to a conversation that was happening further away on the plain near another structure, between two lovers who have been discussing the possibility of a third woman entering the equation. They can see me (the half that is sticking out of the window still, struggling to get through it. The guy is excited by my size and asks his partner if she's be into something like that. She's not but allows him his fantasy, thinking it couldn't possibly happen anyway.
Then the dream shifts. I am standing at the bottom now, my normal size again, and witnessing a strange scene. It looks like Halloween outside - darkness/moonlight, dead trees and spider webs... perhaps a wolf howling in the background... almost cheezy, like i'm watching an old b&w film. There is a witch (classic, with pointy hat, wart and wrinkled skin) and she has just taken a recently dug up corpse (who looks like your classic movie-quality mummy/zombie, also b&w film era) and the young man from the flash in the paragraph above - who has come to find me and has turned out to be my friend Michaelangelo - and made them to lie down in a "bed" she has made for them (which consists of two "headboards" made of gravestone and a blanket made of dry grass). They are, of course, terrified in that classicly cheesy old movie kind of way, but i can tell that actually she is just a sweet, demented old lady who is playing with dolls...
next thing i remember i'm having a conversation with michaelangelo about the irony of his conversation w/ his girlfriend being about someone he actually happened to know... and that's the last thing i got before my phone rang... thank goddess i remebered this much! i'm getting better at rememebering, finally!!
what a cool series of dreams :)
