Last night, I hardly slept, but when I did. I had this pretty amazing dream. Since I’ve been thinking about who should be on the All Star cast of Dancing With The Stars next season. I’ve literally thought about different people, but I guess my brain wanted to give me a break. This time I wasn’t dreaming my “dream” cast for the cast. I was dreaming of just being able to dance. I think I had the dream twice. The first dance had Mark Ballas as my partner and the next time I went for that dream again it was Val Chmerkovskiy. I like both! Both are extremely dreamy.
Anyways, the first part of the dream started off as a “spoil moment” for my mom. I had gotten a good job in my dream and was considered a celebrity, which I’m still trying to figure out why. I had this planned for my mom to sit in the front row. Somehow I got all four of us to sit and watch. In my experience, this would never happen because both my dad and sister hardly watch the show. When they do, it’s by force. So if this was to happen. It would be by force. Back to my dream. I got to the part of meeting Mark, but I don’t remember meeting Val. I probably screamed for him like what I did when I met Mark. I felt sorry for him in my dream. Poor dude. We made it the first two weeks. After that, my brain doesn’t remember.
I do remember two of the dances we did. I mostly talking about Mark, since the dream with Val is hardly there in my memory. The first dance I remember the most was the Paso. It’s one of my favorites. So I’m thinking that’s why I dreamt of it. It’s a serious dance. You kind of have to be angry, which sometimes I like to think you get to be this daredevil for the time you do this dance. You get to be mean and serious all at the same time and I just love that! The second dance we did was the Jive. It’s my second favorite and I loved Mark and Katherine’s Jive on the finale. So I’m thinking that’s how I started dreaming about it. That was one of the most challenging dances considering I kept falling on my butt because my legs wouldn’t balance right. Sounds like me, right? Something that caught my eye during both dreams was that I wasn’t normal. I wasn’t like everybody else, like my past dancing dreams. I was still in my wheelchair. Both of my feet still deformed and everything. Yet I thought I was kicking butt. Just in case you’re wondering, I don’t remember none of the scores from either dance.