Awful Wedding Dreams

Well, I had one before, but with a second that plagued me last night, it is time for me to record the absurdity of a brain that never stops . . .

Awful Wedding Dream #1. April 14th, 2006

It was Ryan's and my wedding day. We were booked at this half-indoor, half-outdoor place. And as we are all getting ready, I see a past friend, who has apparently double booked and is waiting for us to get married so he can get married. So I go in the bathroom to situate my dress. And it is 2 pieces and the skirt is too big, so I pull on the diaper-like tabs on the sides to make it tighter. The worst things is, as I look in the mirror, I have an underwear line! So my top, which looks like it is an 80's reject, fits fine, except I have little fat buldges where my bra is too tight on my back!! Aah. So, we get to the ceremony and it's me waiting at the altar and Ryan is the one walking down the aisle. But he is not wearing a full tux. The jacket and pants are there, but underneath he is wearing this ugly t-shirt with a baby blue ring around the neck and as he gets up to the altar, he rips off his boutineer and throws it into the crowd like a rockstar. So then the pastor marrying us is actually our pre-marriage counselor who as he starts into the ceremony, just cuts everything off and says, "You guys don't need this. You're great. Go ahead. You're married." And I am sitting there missing out on all the tradition. Long story short, it was awful.

Awful Wedding Dream #2. April 19th, 2006.

Last night was my wedding. It happened in this half garden, half bricked area. There were tents, there was a little stage under a tent where a 5 person band-ish thing was playing. We were all mingling before the ceremony was to start and lo and behold again, Ryan was the one stealing the show, making an extravagant arrival in an old classic car (derivative of the horse drawn carriage from wedding site #2). So I ran up to greet him, but he wasn't in the car! It was a trick. So all the sudden, Ryan comes walking around the corner and with him, a marching band! Odd though it may have been, it was so wonderful because I love big bands! So we hugged, and EVERYBODY WAS WATCHING. It was so weird. Anywho, so as we are about to walk to the ceremony, a horse-drawn pumpkin pulls up (Cinderella-style) with Whitney Houston in it. And I say, who in the heck are you! She looks at me and says, now, is that really the right questions? She goes down to the bandstand and begins to sing this wonderful song from Cinderella called Impossible. But then the singers in this folk band thing try to harmonize with her, with WHITNEY HOUSTON! It was awful. So then I look over at another bride who is a tall dark black woman, so elegant and lovely. Except that her dress is horrific, from the early 1900's with a high lace neck and ugly cake frosting for decoration. And I contemplated how long the baker must have let her dress sit to allows the frosting to set up. SO WEIRD.

So anyways, weird dream #2. I hope they're over, but I have a feeling the madness has just begun.