food, dance, dreams.

as some of you have probably known for a while now, thursday nights we go swing dancing.
anna, me, and our friends anna, martha, and nancy:)

we left early and met for dinner at cafe centraal . . . i made the mistake of eating the whole sandwich and most of the sweetie fries, plus the tiramisu i split with anna.
oy.
it took a good half an hour before i felt anything less than nauseous and unwell. heh. i should've remembered i don't do well with eating a rich, awesome, whole meal before anything but a nap. :) so, i skipped out on the hour long lesson {sad face} but joined in for the open dancing. never again am i eating before dancing.
on another note, because of all the construction on roads lately, an important exit was closed and therefore we were heading in the opposite direction needed . . . for quite a while. so we got home a bit later than normal . . . 1am. not too bad, i say. :D adventures. they just happen sometimes.
all in all, it was a good night. :)

nap: something that happens to beka once in a blue moon.

4:00pm
i was on the edge of sleep.
i felt it, that beloved fog, surrounding me
surrounding me like water
and i was sinking
ah!
the dream started.
this is what i like about naps.
most people i've talked to
don't dream when they nap.
i do, 98% of the time.
so . . . the dream set before me.
the dance floor.
hands in mine.
older, smiling face.

music rising.

basic steps start.
my right foot goes back for the rock step . . .
and someone yells up the stairs to my bedroom.
i'm awake.

on the rock step!
i was dreaming about dancing, for freaking goodness' sake!
ah.
sigh.
half of the time my dreams get interrupted, i can go back and try to continue them. not so, today.
maybe tonight . . . ;)

All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
[Jean Cocteau]