I was all dressed up in a gorgeous white dress. It was strapless, but fit well. I wondered to myself why I had settled for a strapless dress when, my whole life, I hadn’t ever envisioned a strapless dress for myself. The crinoline crinkled as I shuffled back and forth across the floor. I felt my hair lightly with my hands and noted that it was up, curly, and sprayed with enough Aquanet for a rainstorm. Suddenly I remembered that I had much to do, and rushed toward a reception hall, fully clothed for a wedding, carrying too many bags that were full of things I didn’t recognize.
I slammed the bags down and started decorating the table, but nothing was looking right. Everything seemed yellow, butter yellow, and beautiful. Again, I questioned myself with the butter yellow color-choice, but didn’t think too hard because it was better than I could have planned. Butter yellow? I hate yellow. But this was pretty..
The weather outside the window looked unseasonably warm. The thought of walking down the aisle brought a tear to my eye. As I was rushing to decorate the table, my uncle and my father appeared, and I knew that it was time. I slipped my arm through each of theirs and the last thing I remember is smiling one huge smile.
And then, early this morning, I woke up on the couch.
To date, this is the most vivid wedding dream I have ever had. I don’t recall who I was marrying or where it was happening. There was a peaceful feeling about the dream…there was a calm and beauty despite the rush. And the only thing I’m concerned about today is the fact that two nights ago, I dreamed that The Boyfriend was marrying his current girlfriend. Two wedding dreams in two nights. Vivid wedding dreams.
Something must be happening that is causing me to subconsciously prepare for a wedding. I’m guessing it’s not my own, though. I think my subconscious is preparing for the fact that The Boyfriend may get engaged during this engagement season that is upon us.
The good news is that I handled the news fairly well in dreamland. And the idea isn’t making me hyperventilate as I sit here typing it out to the great internet unknown. And maybe I dreamed of my own wedding so vividly last night to remind myself that…it’ll happen for me, too. Maybe not as fast. But it will happen.
Who am I kidding though? The day that it happens, expect a giant post here. And there’s no guarantee that it’s this year. It’s just a possibility. A real possibility. One that even my subconscious wants me to be aware of.