Dream of: 06 February 1998 "The Volcano"
A fellow who was a fairly close friend had traveled with me to a tropical country for a vacation. We were standing in a spacious room with a thatched roof and no walls, the kind of structure found in tropical climate. The room was used for dancing and sported a fine hardwood floor. Several of the brown-skinned natives were milling about, apparently waiting for the dance to soon begin. Most weren't wearing shoes. I reflected that they must be used to stomping their feet on the hard floor, because the type of dancing which was done here required a lot of foot-stomping. I also was shoeless, even though I knew most tourists such as myself normally wore shoes. I also wasn't wearing a shirt, and was slightly self-conscious that perhaps I should have worn shoes and shirt.
A blonde girl (probably in her late teens) dressed in white stepped up and spoke to my friend and me. This was the second time that we had met the girl we had encountered her here once before. I had also encountered another girl here the last time Carolina. I had been quite attracted to Carolina (although I had no idea that she would someday be my wife). However I hadn't told anyone of my attraction because Carolina was so young (only about 15 years old). She had short jet-black hair, dark eyes and cinnamon skin. I liked everything about her. But most of all, I liked her innocent nature.
I asked the blonde girl if she knew where Carolina was. She said she did, and I asked her if she would go and get Carolina for me. The blonde feigned surprise that I would be asking for Carolina, but I could tell that she had expected me to ask. She said that she would go and get Carolina, and that she would be back in a few minutes.
After she walked off, I began thinking that it might be best if I put on a pair of shoes and a shirt. I thought I would have time to do so before Carolina and the blonde returned. My friend and I walked out and boarded a car which he drove, and headed off for my clothes.
When we returned, I was neatly dressed in tee shirt and tennis shoes. As we pulled up again to the thatched dance hall, I was afraid that the girls might have returned while we had been absent, and finding us missing, might have left. But I was happy to see both girls standing inside the structure. I had thought Carolina might be barefoot, but when I saw that she was wearing a pair of hiking shoes, I was glad that I had put on shoes and a shirt.
My friend and I walked into the dance hall and began talking to the girls. Carolina seemed surprised that I had asked to see her again. She wasn't talkative, but I could tell she was glad to see me. My friend and I began talking about what we were going to be doing during our stay here. I hadn't realized whole area was built atop a volcano. I was shown a picture on the wall which showed the dance hall and surrounding structures. A little ways in the distance, amidst the green jungle, could be seen the bright red-flowing lava, seeping out of the top of the volcano. I was told that it was possible to visit the lava flow and walk right up to the edge of it. It sounded like a marvelous idea. It was beginning to look as if there might be many things I would be able to do here. I might end up staying for a couple of months.
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