Shoes Shoes Shoes (for a Dance Off)

I’ve been having loads of mini dreams recently and I’ve just decided that I should also document those so here goes~

In the dream, it starts off at Hadia Mammi and Nomi Mamma’s old house in E-11 having a sort of dance practise but dholki style. I don’t remember the people that were there, but there were loads and it was a very jam packed, crazy busy, disorienting mess. I know Rubab was there for sure and everyone was going craaaazyyy, dancing super seriously and giving it their all as though we were performing on stage. It was insane.

Then, I wake up in my bedroom in Isloo and I realize I’ve slept in and I scramble to get ready. Now, I couldn’t figure out what to wear and I was digging through my closet like a madman.  I knew it had to be something I could dance in, but that only made it harder, especially one glance out the window, and you could SEE the sticky humidity that came with the heavy grey clouds that were hung so low into the city. I couldn’t force myself to wear jeans, so I pulled on a black maxi skirt and threw on a quick shirt with it. I realized dancing in a maxi skirt would look ridiculous cuz you wouldn’t be able to see any cool leg moves, I thought I’d figure something out by stealing a friends pants or something once I was there. But first I had to get there, and I was laaate!

As I’m doing this, Abu knocks on my door and I try to ignore him, but eventually I had to let him in. He had come to offer me cheese, and even though it was cheese, I panicked and said no thank you. But he insisted I have cheese and started spewing all these facts about different cheeses. I had to push him out of the room with his fabulous cheese.

But what exactly is “there” anyways? Well, apparently it was a dance off. Rubab and I were competing in a dance off and she then called asking where I was. We were meeting up with our dance people at the HS F-6 branch. Anyways, I tell her I’m just grabbing my shoes and leaving.

Now I hear Que and Hadia run down the stairs to the car and I dive towards my shoe section in my closet to find- ALL OF THE SHOES. All of the shoes from Haroon’s for some reason in my closet. And the more I dug to find MY shoes, the more Haroon’s shoes I’d find. Screaming in frustration, I gave up and just tried to find  a matching pair that fit me. That’s when my mom came in to “let me know” she’d bought just about all Haroon’s shoes in her size and stored them in my closet. Thanks, Ammi.

Anyways, I’m hurrying and hurrying to find shoes that fit me AND have two shoes in the pair, hobbling about as I reject one shoe after the next. I knew I’d be able to make it if only I could find the right shoes…

And that’s when I woke up, disoriented and still thinking about shoes with the urgent need to pee.

And that was the very boring dream of how I didn’t get to an epic dance off with Rubab at HS 😛

-Frostie
the magical as hell snowman 

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