The dream had something to do with trustfalls. I was forcibly strapped together for a skydive with someone who also didn’t know wtf was up with the parachute, yet I was entrusted to pull the cable cause the jump-partner was chicken. Even while dreaming this, I consciously recognized my subconscious was remembering the story of Jon going skydiving with Ludacris.
Before the jump but after a campfire and some group choreography with our trustfall crew, we ended up at one-story house where my boyfriend (Matt Seracen?) slept on the couch beneath a colorful afghan, sound asleep and none the wiser while I made out with one of my dude-posse and felt guilty for cheating (on Matt Seracen!) but could not resist dude’s… seriously… the taste of his breath. Like, that was a whole conversation in the dream. “Your breath is amazing.” I can smell it in my mind right now – like if, awake, I had to choose sexy breath, that would be it. I think I am mental.
My whole point in telling you this is twofold. 1. I think I divined some of the choreography in Step Up 2 the Streets THE NIGHT BEFORE I SAW THE MOVIE. All the foot shit we were doing around the campfire before the trustfalls? They were in the grand finale, after the typical storyline comes to a close (girl from wrong side of tracks meets boy and they fall in love/become dance partners against all odds, their love culminating in an award-winning dance competition – the cliff’s notes to EVERY DANCE MOVIE EVER MADE / I know because I have seen them all).
2. I can’t remember the second reason. Earlier at the gym I thought that I would tell you about one of my best friends in high school, Manny (NAME CHANGED), who shot a boy on the steps of a dorm my senior year – because I think of him every day, because I thought harder about him today seeing those kids from the IL college on the television during my workout… but it’s a story I’ve already written ten times and can never get it right. and don’t want to give it up so easily, anyway. It’s not a story for the internet.
3. The third reason, I guess, is that I like that chance loopholes the future, even when things seem predetermined and maybe staid.
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