... and then we danced

My dream this morning was hilarious.

I was at the gym, only the part that used to be the pool and has since been decked over into a fine MMA room was a pool again, and that's where we were having our lesson. But I didn't have my gym clothes, so I practiced (swam) in my street clothes.

But after a couple attempts at doing kicks in the water, Bradley and I gave up and started doing back flips and handstands instead ...

And then it was time to put the floor back over the pool, and then Jason said: "All right, guys, count it out — one-two-three, one-two-three ..."

And then everyone was waltzing. Sholty went whirling by with a partner. Then Joe. Then Bradley. All of them quite light-footed as they and their partners danced across the gray and green rubber foam mats ...

Except me.

I didn't have a partner.

And that's when Justin came walking across the room ("I'll dance with you, Sarah") ... and it turns out (in my dream, at least), that boy can dance. Waltz. Tango. You name it, he was pretty suave.