They all had to do with conspicuous dancers and me. In one, there was a conversation about teaching classes, in another, there was some subterranean exploration and drumming with rusty kitchen utensils, and in the third, I was separated by a glass wall from the rehearsal, so I made up my own exercise: anticipate the changes in the dance and either match the changes or do something complementary. It was awesome. And I remembered some of the combinations when I woke up.
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