I was seeing all this happen in the third person.

I am walking down the street about a block away from my house. It is a warm and beautiful day outside, and I have my headphones on. The song playing is “Just A Gigolo” by Louis Prima, a sunny track for a sunny day. I’m mouthing the words to the song and shuffling my feet in time with the music, generally making a spectacle of myself. But no big deal, the only other person around is the blonde-haired girl walking right in front of me.

Louis gets to the line “Won’t some sweet momma come and dance with me, cause I ain’t so bad” and I sing it out with him, without a care for the world. The girl whirls around and looks at me with a really bemused expression on her face. In an attempt to salvage the situation, I hold out my hand as though the line was meant to be an invitation. She thinks for a split second, and then a grin slowly spreads across her face. She puts her hand in mine and we’re off down the middle of the street.

The music switches to total stereo, as though it was the soundtrack to life. We are in the middle of a musical. The camera changes to a crane shot in the trees that slowly moves down to street level as we get closer to it. We’re in the center of the shot dancing up a storm, 1940s swing style in the middle of the empty street. Our feet moving in unison together. Then we release and go on our own, and then we’re back together again, never losing a step. It was exhilarating.

In perfect time with the end of the song, she lands in my arms and I dip her. We kiss. Deeply. Passionately. We both pop back up, her face is flushed as I look into her eyes.

I wake up with a big smile.


This is the exact same girl from Dream Log: December 10, 2001. Short to medium height, chin-length blonde hair, and dark eye make-up. Exact same face. I cannot remember ever seeing her in real life, as far as I know she is only a construct of my imagination, but she has come up in many of my dreams. Weird.

Note: Upon checking the lyrics of the song, I have found that I misquoted them, but that’s what they were in the dream. And it fits better that way, don’t it?