Dancing With Hugh Grant

(My dream journal dated 20 December 2004)

There is a dancing party. However, the venue looks like a race course. People are standing behind the bars, which are used to divide the race course and the spectators.

I also stand behind the bars. Beside me are a childhood mate and her sister. We wait for guys to come over and invite us.

There is a guy coming to us. My childhood friend thinks he is going to invite her. She looks at him in anticipation. However, he comes to me instead, smiling at me with his right arm wide open with a tiny bow - a gesture to invite me for a dance. I take a glance at him. Somehow from that glance I find that I do not like him very much. He looks okay and has a slightly tall and thin figure. The smile in his face has a hint of slyness and lacking of genuineness. I make up my mind that he is not the kind of person I would trust easily, a person with honesty and solid substance. Well, at least that's my first impression.

I step across the bar to get to the dancing floor. We start to dance together. Not surprisingly, I cannot find any tune with him. He does not follow the rhythm of the music and his steps are faster than should be. There is no communication between him and me. Those of you who have dancing experiences would know that, dancing is a silent communication. You can feel the connection between the two of you if you are both in tune. You can tap into something deeper. Apparently he is not that type of dancing partner. He is a lousy dancer. I can’t wait for the music to stop.

Thank goodness the dance is over with him. I return to my spot. “Never mind!” I say to myself. You just have to try to know.

Waltz is on now. My mind and imagination start to race with the music. Waltz is my favourite dance and music. In my opinion it is the most beautiful and elegant dance of all ball room dances. Even just listening to the music alone is so satisfying. My eyes are closed, absorbed in the music and mind dancing.

“Shall we dance?”

I open my eyes. Oh my God, it is Hugh Grant! He wears a very fine dancing suit. He looks so damn good! Although I don’t normally like him (perhaps because of the characters he plays in the movies), at this moment, I am instantly attracted to him.

There is only one problem - I am not wearing skirt. What a bugger! I am wearing a business suit - a business jacket on top of a shirt, and matching pants - the kind I wear at work. How am I going to dance Waltz with him without wearing skirt? I feel a little awkward. I frantically take my jacket off and throw it away. At least shirt plus pants is better than a business suit on the dance floor!

He takes me with him. Not to the dance floor,though. I am puzzled as where we are going. We are now out of the race course, and seem to follow a group of people who are going on their skiing holiday and they all have their skiing equipments with them, about twenty of them.

I am thinking: I hope he is not taking me to ski! All I want is a dance! When the skiing group take a left turn, we carry on. I am relieved: we are not going to ski! Yay!

We are in an empty place. And the dance starts, naturally. I am amazed that he is such a good dancer. I follow him effortless, feeling like I am flying, or ice skating, despite there is no music. The tune is easily found in one’s mind when the partner is right.