i was walking down the alley
then
i saw 4 men standing outside the entrance
stating that there's a dance competition
and they would like me to join in
they pulled my hand
i walked inside
it was a big hall
there was a big staircase going up towards the next level
in the middle of the staircase
stood a tall, poise, late 40's man
i knew he was the judge
and the 4 men says that i had to impress him
we had to impress him
i told them that i didnt know how to dance
a guy said its ok
'its in your blood...'
i sat down at the end of the staircase
and watched them dance
each of them took their turn
they were doing a contemporary dance
at the end
the same guy took my hand and ask me to dance
i just shake my head
indicating i do not know anything about dancing
he took my hand
pulled me up
lead me to the middle of the dance floor
i stood there looking at them
looking at me
suddenly
out of no where
i just race myself to the nearest wall
lift my left feet against it
and started my dance piece from there
all i can remember was
the moment
where i was in the middle of the hall
and i started spinning
slowly
round-and-round
it grew faster
and faster
i felt it in my toes
my body just felt the rush
i even could hear the loud classical song played in my head
as if the radio was just beside my ear
i felt it
it was just like i'm alive
i can feel the gravity
i was just spinning
and spinning
i didnt want to stop
then suddenly
i felt warm arms around my waist
it was a guy
among the 4
whom slowed me down
and said
'you were wonderful'
'you did well'
and he smiled
i remember how he looked
his eyes
his face
i didnt know this guy
and yet
i know him in my dreams
he just smiled
and i woke up
i woke up in the nick of time
in the nick of time to go to work
strangely
this time when i woke up
i could remember the dream
i could remember the tune
i could remember the feeling of spinning
i could remember his face
i just sat there at the end of my bedsheets
just thinking how weird the dream was
as far as weird my dreams could be
this was the weirdest so far
and yet,
it was the most beautiful among all
weird,
very weird i must say
*sometimes i dream of black cats, rivers, beach, jungle, houses, alley and many more*
yes, i am weird. my late dad says its a gift. a gift of imagination.
but sometimes i dream of bad things
nightmares
of zombies and ghost
when i was lil, my late dad used to say it's ok, everything will be alright
this is if i were to wake up form a bad dream
crying
and asking for a hug
i thought that if i grew up
none of these dreams would chase me again
it seems i was wrong
i do get nightmares sometimes
and sometimes
sweet ones too
its 2.21 in the morning.....why am i still up?
*sweet dreams are made of these, who am i to disagree*
