Double Dream Hands was made famous by some choreographer/teacher at a high school somewhere north of where I sit on this fine, Friday morning. It's Mr. Jacobson's signature move, so he gets all of the credit.
He may have invented it. But I have perfected it.
The move requires both hands behind your head, elbows out, pull your hands apart into a more traditional Jazz Hands style and voila! You've deployed Double Dream Hands.
The new homestead's bathroom has a mirror approximately double the scale of the previous house's bathroom mirror. To boot, there is an additional mirror opposite, and adjacent. This is a considerable amount of visual Jazz Hands coverage to the point of overwhelming, visual overload.
Double Dream Hands makes for a nice break in the standard, daily routine and I find myself practicing more than what would be considered reasonable. As I dance and spin and dramatically thrust my hands into the fresh, morning air, I must make certain the towel around my waste is fastened adequately, and that my wet feet do not slip on the ceramic tile floor.
It goes without saying that Double Dream Hands are a nice varietal selection for early morning deployments.
The more I practice, the more my focus wanes. I see myself in the mirror, hands and arms on the loose, yet the mind wanders to far off places.
Authorities have ruled out murder/suicide, assuming that if that were the case at least one body would have turned up by now.
My towel slips, so I break form for a beat or two in order to secure it back into place. My feet are dry now, the caution flag for slipping danger has been lifted.
One of the two missing persons is most certainly dead considering the volume of blood found at the scene, resulting in only one missing person, but which one has not been determined.
Deliberate, confident movements are essential for any form of Jazz Hands, whether Spirit Fingers, Double Dream Hands or a more traditional deployment, slow energy is required, snapping limbs into place with precision.
Accidental cause of death has been all but ruled out due to the blood splatter analysis conducted, the angles, the velocity and ferocity of the crimson evidence suggests deliberate causation. This blood did not merely spill, it was a torrent.
Arms up. Palms out. Outward arches in opposite directions. Slow energy, down to the sides. CLAP, CLAP, CLAP. Sudden arm redistribution so the hands are behind the head. Double Dream Hands! You know you've done this right if the tips of your fingers tingle with the quick rush of hot blood.
The search continues for two suspects and two victims, yet only one body can be found and only one man on the run remains.
Caught in the moment, there I stood, out of breath, towel on the floor. How did I even get here? Like a dream, the details are hazy and fading.
It's time to get dressed. Drink my coffee. Make that commute. Salute my friends, Becky and Keith. Roll up my sleeves and get down to brass tacks achieving really important agendas all while following today's reality show script.
All of this so I can rush back home and finally get this weekend underway.
Day two-hundred and sixty-three complete.
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