Take Up The Dance Robert Downey Jr.
Have you ever woken up from a dream completely exhausted but oddly satisfied? That is, without the obvious connotations exhausted coupled with satisfied make?
The beginning of my dream, most details of which are fuzzy, takes place in Sandra Bullock’s dressing room on the set of her latest movie, whatever that might be. I don’t know why I am there, but I know I am not supposed to be so when I hear her coming I dive under a rack of costumes, hiding myself with a dress of some sort. Being an astute observer of things amiss in her room, she quickly finds me by pulling back the dress. The fear of being found I remember quite clearly. She begins yelling and I run out as fast I can.
The next thing I know, I am in a bar of some sort (or perhaps it is the movie set?) where the main focus of the room is a large pool table. Details of this scene sharpen up significantly and looking around my memory, I find that it is most definitely the 80s. I am wearing a white silk shirt with shoulder pads and my hair is crimped. Robert Downey Jr., dressed in a grey suit with a skinny blue tie, takes my hand. He has long curly hair and a smile that makes me want to do naughty things to him. Across from us Sandra Bullock and another guy, anonymous like myself, take each other’s hands. Clearly we are about to have a dance off.
The four of us jump up on the pool table and have to push the low hanging light up into the ceiling so we have room to show our stuff. Anonymous guy pulls Sandy into him and twirls her out in a fabulous spin of feathered hair and iridescent taffeta. I grab Robert’s hand in an attempt to do the same, but end up spinning myself. Looking him in the eyes I think, I need your help Robert Downey Jr., I can’t dance this by myself. He gives me that adorable smile and pulls me in to him.
“Follow my lead,” he whispers in my ear and we start running toward the edge of the table. We jump off and I do the most amazing graceful split in the air and land into a somersault. The crowd is absolutely awed.
Then my roommate’s dog barks and I’m lying in bed wondering why I’m tired, but in a delightful way. Suddenly Robert’s sideways grin appears in my mind’s eye and I know exactly why.
The beginning of my dream, most details of which are fuzzy, takes place in Sandra Bullock’s dressing room on the set of her latest movie, whatever that might be. I don’t know why I am there, but I know I am not supposed to be so when I hear her coming I dive under a rack of costumes, hiding myself with a dress of some sort. Being an astute observer of things amiss in her room, she quickly finds me by pulling back the dress. The fear of being found I remember quite clearly. She begins yelling and I run out as fast I can.
The next thing I know, I am in a bar of some sort (or perhaps it is the movie set?) where the main focus of the room is a large pool table. Details of this scene sharpen up significantly and looking around my memory, I find that it is most definitely the 80s. I am wearing a white silk shirt with shoulder pads and my hair is crimped. Robert Downey Jr., dressed in a grey suit with a skinny blue tie, takes my hand. He has long curly hair and a smile that makes me want to do naughty things to him. Across from us Sandra Bullock and another guy, anonymous like myself, take each other’s hands. Clearly we are about to have a dance off.
The four of us jump up on the pool table and have to push the low hanging light up into the ceiling so we have room to show our stuff. Anonymous guy pulls Sandy into him and twirls her out in a fabulous spin of feathered hair and iridescent taffeta. I grab Robert’s hand in an attempt to do the same, but end up spinning myself. Looking him in the eyes I think, I need your help Robert Downey Jr., I can’t dance this by myself. He gives me that adorable smile and pulls me in to him.
“Follow my lead,” he whispers in my ear and we start running toward the edge of the table. We jump off and I do the most amazing graceful split in the air and land into a somersault. The crowd is absolutely awed.
Then my roommate’s dog barks and I’m lying in bed wondering why I’m tired, but in a delightful way. Suddenly Robert’s sideways grin appears in my mind’s eye and I know exactly why.
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