I just woke up from a dream based on this scene from Enchanted. Funny thing is, I thought I was "over" this movie, but it's etched in my subconscious for some reason. This will be a departure from my norm, but I'm going to give it a shot anyway, while I'm still in this half awake state of being.
The dream actually started out at some theme park (or movie studio? I'm not sure...) where myself and a couple friends were making trouble on some log ride, trying to tip the boats over and such. The dream was one of my typical theme park dreams for a long time, until we came across a college campus in the middle of the park. For whatever reason, we wandered into a hall that turned out to be holding a dance of some kind. If you've ever been to the Luxor hotel and been up on the entertainment level, you can picture what the dance hall looked like - a large empty level, suspended in the middle of a much larger, open air room. And the whole room was dark except for the mood lighting that was similar to the dance floor in Enchanted. The strangest thing about this dance was that it seemed to be filled both with people I work with at the theater, and people I used to know in high school but have not seen or heard from since. Ryan and Vince took off to go mingle, while I stood awkwardly in the back of the room, sipping punch.
As if on cue, as the lights began to dim and the band began playing a slower, softer melody, I noticed her from across the room, casually wandering the dance floor as people paired up for slow dance. She had that look about her that she wanted to dance, but wasn't going to make it too obvious. True to my nature, I stumbled a few times as I walked over to talk to her. I could hear Vince, wise to my act, laughing with Ryan behind my back and making hilarious comments about my lack of rhythm. Neither of us said anything to eachother at first; we both smiled, and then I glanced around the room at the other partners. "So, how 'bout it?", I ask. Good one, Chewie. She rolls her eyes. "Okay. It was your idea, though." "Alright, well you're going to have to show me how, then," I respond. Why would I ask someone to ballroom dance when I don't have the slightest idea how? I must already know this girl, I think, as she would probably not waste her time with me otherwise - probably a friend of mine. But in my dream state, I can't really tell who this person is, other than that she's someone amazingly beautiful. More laughs from my two friends in the background - hey, at least I'm making an attempt here guys. "This hand here, and this one here," she says as she tries to correct me, amused by how bad I am at this. But I'm not embarrassed at all; she's very understanding, though a bit amused, at my lack of skills on the dance floor. I've got the stance correct, and we begin moving, slowly. At first, my lack of experience shows, and she's not one to hide it, playfully making fun of me just as my friends are at the same time. I slowly begin to realize that the band is playing the same song from the ballroom scene in Enchanted, though I don't consciously think this (I merely recognize the song.) Soon we are both gliding through air - there's no one on the dance floor but us. Somehow, I'm a pro at this, twirling her around and moving together with grace I never knew I had (well, grace I don't have, lets be honest here.) I could live in this moment forever, I think.
Again, as if on cue, I wake up. I'm immediately reminded of why I don't like happy dreams: I hate waking from them. But the first thing I'm trying to figure out in this partially-conscious state of mind is who this mystery girl I just danced with was. At first, in my dream, I thought it was Giselle from the movie. But as I got closer, I realized that the only thing she had in common with that character was the dress she was wearing; this girl was someone completely different. There were many oddly familiar things about her, and yet she was someone I've never seen before in my life. Or maybe I have? Maybe I'll run into her one day and realize that she was the girl I was dreaming of. But more likely, this girl felt like some kind of amalgamation of at least 3 different girls I know in real life, probably a mix of the best thing's I've seen out of people around me. She was simply my dream girl, the perfect girl.
I don't believe in the concept of "the one." Some people believe that everyone has their one true love, a "soul mate", if you will, out there wandering the world for us to find. As much as I like to think I'm a romantic at heart, this is one concept I can't accept. I believe that, with so many people out there, there are many, many potential people who can make your dreams come true.
Okay, so lets say, hypothetically, that you could rank every person in the world according to how well you would be matched to them. What would be the difference between number one and number two? Probably something stupid, like number one has slightly longer eyelashes, or just happens to like the movie Mystery Men. The differences would be so minute that it wouldn't matter if there technically was such a "perfect girl," because there would be just as many other near perfect girls, with like, 99.999999999999% the same qualities as the perfect girl.
So no, I don't put much weight in that idea. As much as a believe in fate, I also believe in the power of our choices; it's up to us to make our own happy endings, to the best of our ability. Which makes me wonder: say you do find a girl who can make your dreams come true - surely she's not the only one. There must be at least one other girl who's as good a match as she is. What if you'd found her instead? This is chaos theory stuff, again... stuff I contemplate far too often.
At any rate, one perfect person? A soul mate? Nah, I don't think so. But my subconscious would like to think so. Only in my dreams could such a person exist.
Well, I've got to get to work now. So I'll leave you with something entirely unrelated to anything: me as a zombie! Huzzah!
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