Rooftop ballerina

Last night I had one of the most exquisite and strange dreams. I was climbing the stairs. It was an awful job because the steps did not seem to end. But I was supposed to do something once I reached the roof. I don't know what it is. I saw someone coming down who said: "You are almost there." I looked up high and saw the sunrays penetrating and strong. Finally, I found myself in what seems to me like a palace hall. It was so beautiful with its so many spires. I was not alone. I discovered that I was invited to a ballet show. The most fantastic of all. So elegantly and confidently they danced. The male dancers were carrying the ballerinas up high on one arm like feathers, swirling them around. It was stupendous. I couldn't translate this dream. And yet, I will always keep it somewhere in my memory, to remind me that I can dream on.