What dreams may come...

Fri 11/8 night:
In garb. Lying on the edge of a constantly rotating massive stadium, just letting its turn carry my along. At some point I hop down walking down a set of stairs to an arena where friends are waiting; can't remember faces. I'm needing to put on some boots, but apparently there's some specific order that has to be: hose, ankle brace, hose, boots. And I keep messing it up and having to take it all off and start over. Over and over again. Everyone gets really impatient and put out. I get super frustrated and angry because it's a simple thing that should be easy to do right the first time. Dream ends, still didn't get it right.

Sat 11/9 night:
Many dreams, only remember a couple now. One is of being in HS with fools I went to school with, but also with some co-workers from my current job and the managers and upper management. We're in a class room where I'm proposing that we need everyone to take short quizzes to see where they currently fail in skill level for grammar and spelling. After doing audits on case logging and emails to customers, some were terrible. Management agrees this would be good so I start writing examples on the board of what I've seen, then music starts playing out of nowhere. I first thought it was the projector, but it turned out to not be on. Music finally stops and I go back to slashing, then bell rings for class to let out. As I'm gathering up my things, a rose whose petals have madly been pulled off is on my desk with my stuff. I gather it and the fallen petals up and throw them in a trash. On her way out, my old co-worker Angela hands me a dying red rose and walks out. End dream.

Next I'm a part of a dance troupe. The dream starts with a tap dance number. Everyone is probably mid-grade school age. I'm looking late middle school. The number ends and we change shoes into ballet slippers; mine are non-point shoes. We do the number, the crowd applauds and starts to disperse. Our dear and shoes are strewn about everywhere after the performance. I find my grade, but can't seem to locate my slippers. I start going around trying on pairs that I see lying around trying to find mine, thinking someone may have grabbed them on accident. Most don't fit or are point shoes I can't wear. I finally come across a purple pair that are like those old gel shoes material from when I was in elementary school. I raised up on my tip toes on them an was able to stand point with no pain. My instructor saw me and came over and said congrats, that I could now move up to point shoes. Dream ends.

When I was a young girl in dance, I had taken every flavor they offered back home. I was good enough to even me in the 13+ age group when I was 11; talk about shortest kid in the class. But when the day came for us to all sit on the floor in ballet and have the instructors tell us if we could move on to point, I was told my feet were not shaped correctly and they wouldn't even let me try. I remember offering to break my feet into whatever shape they needed. They laughed it off, but I was serious. I had really wanted to be in The Nutcracker some day. I was devastated. I never went back. My spirit was broken at the news and I never danced again. Stupid and childish at the time, but mom said it was my choice. Now? I wish I hadn't stopped. It was one of the few things in life I was truly good at. The owner and primary instructor had told me some day I was going to be an amazing choreographer. At 11 I had helped choreographer a lot of the routines we (my class) performed at our yearly "to do" in from of about 2000 people. Felt amazing.

Alas...