Dance Dance Not-so-revolutionary

I am in the front yard of my Grandfather's house.

There is a woman there, and a man I do not recognize. The man has challenged me to a dance-off.

He pulls out all the stops for his first turn. I begin to follow up (let it be known that I cut absolutely no rugs in real life).

My arms and legs fly about rhythmically, picking up momentum, allowing me to flip about through the air in rapid succession. I can see colorful streamers trailing behind my hands as I pop and lock with tremendous energy. I even throw in the robot for good measure :)

I feel that I have already won. The man begins to dance, and moves with a fluidity that I have never seen before. He throws out a dazzling routine, and ends with one of those break dance spins with his head and shoulders on the ground and his legs in the air.

I know I have to show him up to win. I attempt the same break dance move as a last ditch effort. I have no idea how to perform it (I really don't even know the physics of it IWL). I place my cheek and right shoulder against the ground, and push off with my feet, attempting to throw my legs around for momentum. My face digs into the soft dirt, and the friction drags me down. I try again and again, only digging myself deeper. I even try with a running start; only serving to slam my legs into a retaining wall nearby.

I drag myself out of the dirt, and resign as the lesser dancer. The woman laughs lightly, and takes the other man's arm. They walk off around the house, and are gone.

AWAKENING