Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Paging all dream analysts

Last night, I dreamed that I was getting married. I wore a lavender, floral-print wedding dress. As I walked down the aisle, a girl from my high school soccer team yelled to me something about how she loved the dress and how she wanted the dress for he own wedding...if she could get it in white.

I had to keep redoing my hair.

I was marring a man that I didn’t know. He was handsome. I didn’t speak to him. I’m not sure that I ever had.

My mom seemed really excited about the wedding. My aunts were, too. I was dismayed because I couldn’t remember the ceremony. Most of the dream took place at the reception, which I kept leaving.

I just wanted to talk to Colin. I kept calling him, justifying that it was okay for me to be doing so. Part of me felt as though I was being disloyal to my husband. There was guilt, but I had to talk to him.

I had just married another man and I need nothing more than to speak with Colin.

Explain that one to me, kids.


Stace said...

I'm not a dream analyst but are you and Colin together?

A said...

Interesting question, Stace. Don't have the answer. We're mostly not, I guess. It's stupid and confusing.

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