Of dances and dreams, closets and cabins, cold and dark

Poor little dreamer
Stand inside the door
You can't find the easy rhymes
Of times you had before--
-Heart, "Cry to Me"

Danced with the right people last night
at contra, even the ones I didn't know.
The ones I did? Thank you -- bless you.

I dreamed last night I was the last
passenger on a jet plane with 16 cabins
which varied wildly in accommodation.

Fourteen passengers were already on board.
split evenly between friends and allies
and so there were only two cabins left
for me to choose from.

One was the smallest, just a white closet.

The other was the largest, with controls,
monitors, and a VHS deck containing a tape
labeled "Safety Procedures for This Flight".

Ah, sometimes Tir'na Na Nog'th is a subconscious.
And sometimes, just a hard slap in the face.

The glass is empty and the wine
Is bitter on your tongue
People don't seen wild and fine
Like when you were young--

In other news, I forgot how warm snowboard socks are.
But how I hate cold and dark months ending in -ember?
That part, full well I remember.

But I also remembered to take my vitamins this morning.

Dancing encourages hyperventilation, increases the
production of adrenaline, and causes a sharp decrease in
levels of blood glucose. These physiological responses
stimulate the brain to release endorphins...
-Barbara Tedlock, _The Woman in the Shaman's Body_