Some people dream of flying. They soar through the air and are shocked to find themselves grounded as they awake.
But last night, I dreamt of skating. I was gliding and soaring, but across a perfect sheet of ice, rather than in the midst of outside breeze. There was no sun. It was a dimly-lit rink illuminated in grays and whites, plus a little bit of blue-black.
My freedom-themed dreams typically don’t have the down-low gravity, quick! look everywhere! rapid pace of hockey nor the sparkly tights of figure skating. Sure, I’m wearing my junior-size hockey skates (by a no-name brand, but they work for me.) But I am minus the bulky pads. And most importantly, there is nobody else around. I have the whole ice to myself, and there is no pressure from spectators.
In my dancing years, my dreams took place on stage. I would leap effortlessly and do perfect pirouettes without losing balance or speed. Sometimes I remember that feeling for a fleeting moment as I watch So You Think You Can Dance. The late Karen Strickler Dean
Warming up before hockey practice or games is bliss. (The feeling is just not the same during those public skate sessions ‘cause everyone is too darn slooooow and it is way crowded. I don’t want to be one of those annoying rude hockey people during public skates, so I skate backward slowly while helping my toddler, thus unintentionally making him dizzy to the point of barf-a-tude.)
Having an empty dance studio or stage upon which to run and twirl is equally as enchanting. And although the theater where I used to leap in the back row during rehearsal has now been converted into a movie theater, I get the chills when I see a movie there, wishing I could just bust out a few jumps!
Why the dreams about being uplifted?
I am not sure. Truth be told, some of my recent dreams have been uncharacteristically violent and scary. I am nervous about selling our old home (no bites yet) and enthralled at our new home. I am excited about BlogHer, but also worried about handing everything all at once (a gal can only take so much happy.) I watch my sons have very good days and very bad days. I feel energized and exhausted all at once, which is just the feeling that dance and hockey give me.
