So, recently I haven't been able to remember my dreams when I wake up, which is a little bit normal for me. But when I do remember them they are horrible dreams (if they are even worthy of being called "dreams"). I guess I just go through phases. Wonderful dreams. Terrible dreams. Never want to wake up from this dream dreams. Hmmm...no recollection of anything. Dreamy dreams. Frightening dreams. What the...? dreams. Did I even dream dreams. I think you get the idea.
I am now into a new show, Superstars of Dance. This show is a world competition where eight countries show off a solo, duet, and group dance and are judged. I LOVE IT! At first, I was not going to watch it because of how much I miss folk dance but I knew that was ridiculous. This show is captivating. I have witnessed dancers with incredible technique and virtuosity of this fine art and now I'm hooked. There have been choreographic pieces that include a woman doing pointe on a man's shoulders, Bhangra, a woman standing on a man's chest as HE TOO is standing, the strength of the Cossack men, pop 'n lock, and contemporary. I could go on. But one country that stuck out to me was Ireland. If they win this competition I could care less. I have a love for Ireland not only because it is a beautiful country or that I have studied the dance of this country but because I have Irish heritage. It's in my blood :D
This is where my dream comes into place. It started off with Ed Austin, artistic director for the BYU International Folk Dance Ensemble (for those of you that didn't know), begging me to come back and be on his team. I said yes, of course. The first rehearsal was for an Irish suite. Surprised? haha. The dancers I remember being there were Emily D, Erica B, Lyndsey W. W, and Rustin VK. There we were 10 lovely ladies in our OWN curly hair, ghillies, black nylons, and "blacks" which consists of a black shirt and short black folk skirt. Well, all of us except for Lyndsey. I guess she had special priveleges. :) Anyway, there I was coming late into the semester's rehearsals and picking up the dance as if I had known the choreography since I was born. The other's were jealous...except for my 3 friends. They love me.
I felt like an Irish Queen. Corny I know. hahaha hey now!!! It was my dream. Ed apologized for not inviting me back on the team 2 years ago but I forgave him easily. It's what I do. After our soft shoe rehearsal we all gathered around the piano to learn one of our tour songs which oddly enough was Auld Lang Syne...in French. Is Ed out of his mind??? I refused to have us learn it in French because it made no sense to represent the United States and sing in another language. Oh and what happened to singing about Christ? This song should definitely be 86'd. Rustin was livid with me for not wanting to sing this song and also for being anti-singing-in-another-language. Well, excuse me but we were running out of time before tour. It took us 20983483 years to learn the words in the women's section of our Slovakian suite. We don't want another one of those. plzkthx.
And that's when I woke up. GAHHH!!!!! I was really liking the fact that I was excelling at Irish dance in my dream. So I forced myself to fall back to sleep but it didn't work, of course. I just dreamed about something which I can not recall. Typical. Grrr... Sad day for me.
I wonder what my dream will be tonight... maybe I'll be Beyoncé or something.