Dreamland

I was in a Chinese martial arts class but it wasn't Tai Chi. I heard the other students talking about something, saying my name, suggesting perhaps that I would be in the demo. But I wasn't.

Yet the master started giving me individual instruction in the art, which was a combination between Pa Kua and Qi Gong. First you put your left arm down then your right. Then without bending your elbows you pushed your arms down and made your posture straight. I did this and my hands went all funny looking just like the teacher's when he showed how to do it, but then I started to float up in the air, which was definitely NOT correct. I floated up about 25 feet and over, and then let myself down gently.

He demonstrated correct posture by showing the several ways wrong I was doing it, sticking his back out or stomach forward, and showed the correct way of not floating up in the air, which I tried and it worked.

Then he set me up in front of a window, to practice my semi-circular arm motions. There were one or two wasps stuck in spider web suspended waving in front of the window but he said don't worry, just because those are there it doesn't mean that a porcupine (or whatever wild animal like a badger) will necessarily pop out (in) the window. It should be quite safe.

Then we were eating/nibbling on leaves for a while as we were walking along, some myrtle even some red ones which looked like poison ivy. Then it turned out it WAS poison ivy and we ran, spitting it out, to a distant bathroom where we would use that strong yellow soap to wash our hands and outer skin so we wouldn't be affected.

Jan and Irene were there. Jan asked Richard why we were at a blues dance concern when the main reason was for single people to meet each other. Irene asked the same thing of me. I wanted to say, wait I'm spitting out poison ivy can't you see I'll be right with you in a minute but instead I said, "well, it was a blues concert and I like the blues."

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