A BEAUTIFUL SPA

I am in an exclusive lodge/spa.  I am not sure if I am a guest or staff here, or whether all guests take part in being staff as well.  The large house is full of people, both men and women.  The entire building is decorated with lush plants, peaceful blue-greeen decore, shimmering pools, and lovely furniture.  Further, it is located in a deep deep woods by a beautiful lake.

A small group of men take me on a tour, and tell me the daily process.  I will start in one well-appointed waiting room, up a couple of steps into a small weigh-in room, and based on what my weight is that morning, my meals will be tailor-made for me.  The third room has a simple table and chair, and my breakfast waiting for me.  On this particular morning, my breakfast is full of exotic lushous fruit, including creamy bananas and mangos whose skin is a soft rosy blush.  We never see the cooks or the kitchen, for some reason.  Also, the breakfast room is solitary - no one else joins me.  

Some time goes by, and there are two women in particular that I am very closely attached to.  I am also very comfortable with the men, as we all work together towards the common goal of well-being.  On this particular morning, I am to greet a new guest, and when I get to the reception room, I see a beautiful black woman.  She looks defient and aloof, but I soon discover that it's because she is afraid.  I try to set her at ease as I take her on her tour, and by the time we come to the waiting room where we all have to pass through in the morning routine, she has relaxed enough to share with me that she is a singer.  She further tells me that she would like a private spot to practice her singing.  I take her to her room and assure her she can sing to her heart's content there.

It is now evening and I am sitting outside by the lake.  This area has been landscaped to include a series of terraced steps that lead to the deeps of the lake.  There are many guests out here, enjoying the setting sun as it sinks into the sparkling waters.  I am sitting on one of the terrace steps while the cool refreshing water laps around my legs and hips.  I smile as I hear the beautiful resonent tones of the woman's voice soaring through the house, thinking of how afraid she has been when she first came here.  Two men, dressed in medeival/barberic costumes (bathing suits, really), come out, while clashing swords.  We all laugh at this display, especially since they make such a show of splashing us all as they finally fall into the lake proper, abandoning their weapons and swimming away with powerful strokes.  

Now the black woman, stunning in her short white tunic comes out, but singing something absurd about how boys never really grow up, and sent us all laughing again.  She acknowledges us with gracious bows before walking into the water like the Goddess she is - truly the Lady of the Lake!