Dream - Flying Over Waters and Huge Musical Production

I had two distinct dreams from last night.  This was the first one:

I am in a lake-side resort with some friends, about four or five.  The lake is clear and a deep blue, sparkling in the last golden rays of the setting sun.  Along the edges, I see large green aquatic plants, perhaps water lilies, that provide a beautiful contrast to the blue water.  The sky above is almost the same blue, but accented with fast-moving white clouds, now tinged with gentle orange and pink from the sun.

My friends tell me they have a new boat they want to try out, and I see them take it out of a storage unit.  It is indeed a work of art - silver filigree wings and sails adorn the dark polished wood hull.  It's large enough to hold all of us, but I am too slow, and the boat is cast off before I could get to it.  Without even thinking about it, I take off from the small hill and begin to fly over the waters, knowing I will catch up with the boat that way - but do I really want to now?

The view from above is spectacular.  The vessel is like a silver brooch on the dark blue waters.  Indeed, it reminds me of something that I would see in a steampunk show: ornate, all carved with such precision that the sun creates works of jeweled lace, ever-changing, but constant in it stately progression.  It maneuvers around the large green leaves, then darts out into the open waters.  My friends see me above them and wave to me, motioning me to come down to them, but for now, I am more content to float through the air.

I know that at this point I woke up and after falling back asleep, went on to dream this...


I walk into a large arena that is a-buzz with all sorts of activities - pianos being moved, sound equipment being set up, stage props arranged - and I wonder what it is I'm supposed to be doing here.  The scene shifts between this preparation and my balcony, which is now full of people.  Everyone seems to know me, and we're having a wonderful time with all sorts of food and drink.  My guests are Indian (Hindu), and I finally see that all the preparations for the performance are for their show.  I continue to play the perfect hostess, and at the same time, my backstage experience takes over, especially when I see the beautiful cotton and silk saris and tunics.  There is one man in particular - at once young and ancient, with lush black hair and eyes, and prominent hook nose, that is always around me.  He is dressed in a beautiful silk blue tunic that's embroidered in silver and pearls and matching pants.

Eventually, all is ready.  The arena is full of people - a hush falls over the audience as the chime of the cymbals and the ripple of the sitar begins the show.  The man takes his place in the centre, and suddenly the entire stage bursts into a kaleidescope of colours and sounds, as all the performers spill out of the wings and begin to dance, sing and chant.

The stage itself begins to grow, encompassing the entire arena in many levels, intertwining itself with all that are in attendance.  The music, and the swirl of colour is now enhanced by a fragrance that comes from the many cones of incense and bursting vases of exotic flowers ... our very senses are completely overcome...