And I have been dancing all night
In my dream I was the best dancer, halls of people would stop and watch from the side at our restless steps. You were a famous black singer and dancer that everybody loved, more like Nina Simone, not like Beyonce. These were our first performances together and somehow miraculously I had not met you before. Nothing rehearsed. All improvised. At some point in my dream I was bald like I am and wearing an Annie Lennox little red dress (like this, only on red) like I am not.
The other night, the night before as it were, I was floating on a rug like raft on a calm, on a beautifully calm and clear tropical sea. All of the sudden my “boat” started to wave like there was no tomorrow and anything I’d do just made it worse and I was so afraid of the water.
Was your dance a dance about dancing or a dance about living?
And…what was the source of your fear of water? Did you look into the water, saw yourself, and suddenly became affraid that falling into the water would mean diving into your own self?
it was about performing, I don’t think it was about living.
I was afraid of falling and getting wet. I forgot to mention that my raft was all nice and cozy before it started wiggling.
hmm…there could be a deeper meaning of your dream…but (with your permission) we’ll save that for a potential private discussion!
sure, let’s do coffee sometimes. But I must warn you , most of the time I know what my dreams are all about. Like the rest of my entries, they are encrypted but not indecipherable.
thank you for the warning…and cofeee sounds like a very nice idea!
after trying to resist the compulsion, i finally succumbed to it! therefore, i would like to tag you on this topic! http://tinyurl.com/ctahyz hope i’m not disturbing in any way!