I was at my childhood home, wandering around in the backyard, which was overgrown and jungly. I was killing time because I was waiting for some people to arrive. I was a sexy belly dancer of the finest sort and I was one of three dancers who would be going on a mini-tour. The other dancers were Caro and Bjork. I don't know how I learned to dance, but I had a cool costume of beaded strands and chains and such that held up my hair and also draped down over me, keeping me modestly covered, though I was nearly naked on top.
I had just learned that I was going to be going on tour with this dance team, but for now we were hanging out, relaxing. I was in pajamas, on my living room floor, snacking and lounging around with Bjork. I was keeping my cool very well, despite the situation. Somewhere inside I was exploding with excitement, but in the moment I saw myself as her equal and we had a very pleasant time. We chatted about all sorts of things that, in the moment, felt like Golden advice, though I struggled to remember details after I woke. In essence, the dream left me with a feeling of utter perfection. Being able to chill with one of my muses and feel completely at ease and equal was a wonderful feeling that stayed with me even as I woke.
At one point, Katie and Meg came over from next door and I stepped outside to say hi to them. I casually told them who I was kickin in with and they were incredulous. I tried to keep it to myself but I was too excited and told them all about the dance tour and what was happening. Before I could finish, I was called inside. Dad and Diane were packing and I had to as well. Dad was on the phone with a travel agency, trying to figure out flights to Iceland. This is where we would be traveling to perform next. I went and gathered my things, packing the sexy costume and practicing a few of my moves in my bedroom mirror. I also took time to go about the house and try and round up all my things. I had a notion that we were only going to be there for a few days and I had no idea where we were going to be staying or eating so I packed as if I were packing for an emergency camping trip. I also tried to make sure to pack only my warmest clothes. I over heard my dad say something about "White Nights" but regardless of the spring, I knew it would be cold. I was also wanting to make sure to spend some time outside at night, in hopes of seeing the Aurora.
Later in the dream, I was with a group of people and we were headed down to a sort of swimming spa. We were first driving there, trying to beat an impending snow storm that was bearing down on us. We hopped out of the car at the top of a hill - 3rd ave on Queen Anne, actually, although it was way steeper than in real life. We had mountain bikes and I was going to be leading an expedition to bike down this hill in a snow flurry and end up down at the swimming center, where we could luxuriate in hot tubs, swimming pools and saunas. But people were far less prepared than I thought they would be. Most people were utterly terrified to get on their bikes. I hopped on mine and tried to show them how to take on the steep slopes and occasional short flights of stairs. They were all up top, being nervous. Eventually, I got frustrated and broke off from the group to walk through a gift shop/J.Jill store. There were all sorts of cute swimsuit tops and other items, as well as snacks, so I wandered around, while waiting for everyone to catch up.
