I
would like to tell you about the most wonderful dream I had a week
ago.
It was Monday night, at El Corte. The hot summer
evening salon.
The international week had ended. I stayed for
some more tango.
This night I could not seem to get into the
right mood. I was
searching for that good feeling. I didnīt have
many nice dances.
The music didnīt inspire me. I also felt that
my body was tired
after such an active and intense week. When the
break came at
midnight, I didnīt know exactly what to do. I was
not in the mood
for chatting with the others. I was not in the
mood for making
relations with new people, either. So I decided
to go to sleep.
I climbed upstairs, and went to sleep with the
humming of voices in
the background.
That was when this
wonderful dream came to me.
I dreamt that I very slowly woke up
to the most beautiful tangomusic.
I could feel the good
vibrations rising from the dancing on the floor
downstairs.
Inspiration and energy entered my body and mind. I slowly
got
up, and climbed down. I went to the bathroom to fix myself up.
I
felt good. When I came out of the room, I saw only her ....
I
had wanted to dance with her all night. She actually came very
early to El Corte that evening, as the first guest, I believe.
To me,
she was kind of mysterious and reserved. We had not
spoken. I had not
seen her dance, but only from her presence, I
knew she was a good
dancer. Little did I know what was to
come.
Now, one of my favourite tangos were played, "Este es
El Rey". I went
over towards this beautiful woman, and invited
her to the floor with
my eyes and a gesture. I slowly embraced
her. The same second I could
feel it. How our bodies connected.
Not only on the surface, but
deeper, much deeper. There was no
doubt, this dance was going to be
good. Then happened what only
happens in these wonderful dreams.
I started to dance to this
dramatic tango with a long and slow
side-step. And then, quatro
compases, and she exploded in my arms!
She was like a wild
panther, bursting with energy. Not that kind of
energy that is
uncontrollable, going in all directions. No, in some
astonishing
way, she directed all her energy into my body, and hers
and mine
all came out again together. Powerful, but at the same time,
gentle, and soft. Our communication and connection were unique.
Yes,
we did make some strange steps, and stumbled a bit as we
whirled
across the floor, but all the time with this remarkable
connection.
I was breathtaken. She danced like a goddess, and
she made me feel
like a king. There were only her and me on the
dancefloor, and the
floor was made of blue skies. I was in
heaven. She was without doubt
the most astonishing dancer I have
ever danced with. Not even in my
dreams was I nowhere near
exploiting her potential as a dancer.
I knew I was merely
scratching the surface. Still, not for one second
did she make
me feel inferior or incapable. She shoved me clearly
that she
enjoyed the dance. And, boy, did I enjoy it!
This dance could
have lasted the whole night, but I was too afraid of
waking up
from this wonderful dream. When we finished, I wanted to
tell
her all this that I am now telling you. But I was incapable.
I
was speechless. I held her tight, and mumbled something, I donīt
know what. She had only herself to blame for that. She had taken
my
breath away.
The whole night, I dreamt this dream over
and over again. When the
morning came, I tried my best not to
wake up. When I finally did, and
got dressed, I found a note in
my pocket, with my handwriting. It had
a name and an
email-address on it.
Could it be that the dream was true? Did
this really happened to me?
I keep dreaming this beautiful dream
again and again.
If it was real, can I live it again?
I wonder
....
Yours
forever,
Jørn
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