We had a conversation While at a dance event You were not happy How things have turned out
I said to you.. “I want to choreograph a dance in honor of the three of you” To the song called “Hero” to express my love and gratitude You started to tear up when I said this to you The studio isn’t what it used to be It used to be our home You looked at me and said “ if we could go back in time, handed you the studio, would things be different?”
My home was the dance studio Where I grew up and learned to dance I was there practicing at every chance
Oh, did I mention that this was a dream? A dream where my former dance teacher Came through to me It felt so real, like you were really there Telling me how you feel and still care
Since the three of you left this world A piece of my heart went to heaven Leaving my heart broken apart
The studio just isn’t the same In the hands of a former student I will not speak ill of anyone But what have you done With our place that we called home?
What does this mean That you came into my dream, At such a random time in my life
Can I go back to sleep To talk about more things so deep To me, this shows me That you all know what’s going on Down here on earth From Heaven above.....
My former dance teacher who was murdered back in 2002 in West Palm beach Florida, came through to me in my dream last night. We talked for hours about what the dance studio is turning into since her as well as her mom and gramdmother( also who ran the studio) have also passed. I’m not sure what this dream meant but I’m taking it as “they know exactly what is going on” It doesn’t matter exactly what it meant because I got to see her and hear her voice and it felt so real. Rip Miss Gwendal