I dreamed an older hispanic man taught me now to dance. I took his satin bed spread and placed it on the floor to dance on it. He offered me a washable magic marker, I declined it. I was not able to catch the steps. As much as he showed me, I could not catch the steps. I could not learn with him watching and instructing so closely. I told him to take a break. I will learn the steps on my own and then he could come back. His daughter, a lovely young Indian woman taught me the steps. I recently watched a Korean movie where the male character drew the dance steps on the floor. I took a magic market and drew circles with the steps in them and numbered. He came back and was very distressed. That bed spread was very expensive, for that reason he offered the washable marker, I declined it then use any pen and now his bed spread was ruined since the ink was not washable. He let it go and resumed teaching me.

I woke up. It was 4 am. I knew I had to memorize the dance there and then. If I sleep again, I would forget it. I sorted out the steps and practiced it till I got it right then kept at it till my feet remembered it. Amazing, to actually learn a dance in my dreams. It had never happen before. To actually learn steps of a dance in my dreams is to me quite remarkable.