The Gypsy Way of Shifting Between Dreams
Inside a lakeside house. The dream within the dream was quiet. A gypsy with silver rings on her fingers and facial tattoos told me to close my eyes. My intention was to return to the previous dream where a young woman was speaking about memory and imagination.
I was instructed to focus on the contours of the woman’s face, her touch and the last memory of being in her presence. I sat across the plush sofa and waited for the shift. I heard the gypsy whisper the word, “Adre.”
It came with a cursory flash of the gypsy’s hand waving over my face.
The young woman pulled the rose from the vase on the bar and stuck it behind her ear. A final touch to an already beautiful face. Only minutes have passed since I left the party. The young woman grabbed my hand and guided us onto the dance floor. We danced a soft Argentine tango and when the evening transpired she left me at the bar alone.