I have a dance professor at school who is teaching me Indian dance. She is a fiery Kali worshipping Indian woman with a shrill voice who has the uncanny super-power of being able to look every single person in her class directly in the eyes simultaneously. She has self professed psychic abilities, and I can say for certain that she is a mystical person- her dance embodies ancient and powerful figures. She becomes a complete and total vessel of spiritual beauty when she dances, it's one of the most unbelievable things I've witnessed and I haven't even seen her in her prime.
The movements of the dance itself, which we are meant to study as a meditative exercise, has become a part of my physical mind / body routine, alongside some kung fu, qi gong, yoga, and physical therapy exercises that I've learned. I like to trance out and just move my body where it feels it needs to be moved, listen to all my muscles relax, listen to all my joints extend, listen to my body center itself.
. . . so in my dream, I am at a party and I'm following something. I figure out that what I'm looking for is a girl- she's somebody very important to me, someone who I love, maybe fell in love with? It's hard to say who she is, one of those unique intense love filled relationships, and I see her there dancing and I want to dance with her.
All of a sudden there is my dance professor. She gives me this look and her eyes are Kali's eyes or some other hindu goddess, not those of a human being. You have to understand how intense this woman is!! The second she sets her eyes on me I trip and fall over and I'm on the floor looking up at this girl I love. All of a sudden, we're both in a dance studio. . . She gives me this sympathetic look that says, 'you poor fool, get up and dance, don't mess around with Ratna'
and I get up and stand in the dance position and I'm doing the exercises. I think my professor is satisfied- or at least, happy that I am not fucking around chasing girls and am studying her dance instead. c'est la vie!