The dreams are getting creepier!
So I dreamt that the fates decided it was my wedding day.
All of a sudden, I am being fussed over by dozens of people who are family of people I met on facebook whom I'd never met in real life. Pretty sure there is some significance to that. However...
I was told my wedding would begin at 3:30. I sat in my bed with sweatpants and a t-shirt on as I looked at my watch... which read exactly 3:30. CPT starts now.
I was teleported to a church... or hall... or whatever it was. It was full of
people... most of whom I did not know, and it was dark. A very gloomy
overcast set over the aisle I was to walk down.
I was rushed into a large room that smelled like old wood planks (my dreams are very vivid.)
There was a seamstress who pulled out a beautiful white gown, sleeveless, gathered at the waist with a short train. In a millisecond I was in it, and she stood close-by making alterations from the pins attached to her cushioned wristband.
I admit it. It's been a long time since I've had a perm, and I am long overdue. How that stylist managed to hide these naps and pin some curls up was a miracle in itself.
A makeup artist urged me to stop blinking, as she applied a shimmering shadow to my eyelids, and a friend decided I would look beautiful in the pearl earrings she'd loaned me.
For a moment, there was a muted hush, as all these kind people hustled to make this day beautiful for me. There was me, the bride, adorned in a gorgeous white dress, beautiful makeup, hair in tendrils, wonderfully classic accessories and a church full of admirers. Then I realized there was one thing missing...
In a way, his absence scared me and relieved me at the same time. The total commitment of your life to another... not family, and not someone you would ever know 100% about?
That's all she wrote and I'm never getting married.
