Dancing in Front of Sunsets

My dream last night was so beautiful, I can still feel it now hours later – the way the wind and sky left their impression. I was standing on a grassy hill overlooking a sea of colors, the water was reflecting oranges and pinks from the sunset and in the distance were mountains and a harbor. I began to twirl with my arms outstretched, wearing a long skirt, feeling in perfect rhythm with the wind and music in my own head. I danced and danced until the final moment when I spun around and fell to lay on my back in the grass, looking up to the clouds of bright blues and whites. It was one of the most pleasant dreams I’ve ever had.

Last night was a full moon and I’d gone out to stare at it for a while, then took some pictures with my macro lens. I embraced the moon’s glow and felt the breeze for as long as I could before mosquitos found me. Then I went to sleep right after – maybe this is why my dreams were so nice.

I’ve never had a dream that I’ve wanted to go back to so badly… though I’ve had many fantastical dreams, filled with memories of people and places that I cherish… this dream has outdone them all.

I danced like this once before around sunset to music on the edge of a sea, that was a beautiful time in real life. But the colors in my dream were so much more vivid – so orange and pink. The reflections in the water twinkling and seeming up close. I can’t describe it well enough, the way I felt moving and flowing with the wind, it was truly magical.

Lately I’ve been dreaming a lot about horses and this dream actually had horses too towards the end – there was much more to my dream last night but the dancing is the only part worth coming back to. But just to describe the horses: I’d walked past horse drawn carriages parked underneath an awning as it began to rain in the last part before I woke.

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Lots of water in my dreams too the past few days. I usually write or voice record my dreams and send them to my mom, who loves to hear about them. I told her about one the other night and she said it sounded like a past life experience – again there were horses by a lake. In that dream I was a different woman, with a sister and mother – we were part of an indigenous American tribe, and there were men coming that pretended to be friendly but then began to steal. They were after some treasure inside a cave. I’d gone to hide in a dark rocky place, looking for my sister but not finding her. I saw flashes of a giant rock and then a sandy lakeshore before waking up…

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Yesterday I’d woken to a dream that I was with a group of people who were being led by an elderly couple, we were migrants walking on an ocean beach with horses. I only remember that I had on a dress with a very large necklace that seemed woven with a stone in the middle.

I’m always fascinated by my dreams, and am just happy I can remember them.

It’s been very rainy the last 3-4 days and today though I woke to a bright sunny clear sky, a few hours later it went dark and thunder started to roll. Now it’s still raining and I have the window cracked, listening to the birds and raindrops.. It’s a very poetic sort of day and my mind is full of memories from all the beautiful places, near and far, that I’ve experienced throughout my life.
I love days like this.

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I finished a botanical mandala already too, but I haven’t tried to paint the dream. I think it’s best to leave it in my mind where the colors in the water and wind can mix and move freely. Where the sounds and spinning motion of my body can stay in this perfect moment.

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I can dance in front of this sunset forever now, it’ll be what I think of before falling asleep. Maybe I could go back to it then, or dance in front of more sunsets in future dreams. I hope so…

Update:

I did end up attempting to paint what I saw and of course it barely does the dream justice, but I had the urge to quickly freestyle something with watercolors – I figured since I can’t stop imagining the colors of this dream I should paint them… So here it is: