Dream a Little Dream

Last night, I had the strangest dreams about my wedding. First, I dreamed that we were getting married in Mexico. Which is where we met, so it only made sense in the dream (at the time.) For some reason, nothing was organized or prepared. It was all a mess. I kept looking at my sister, because I thought she had organized everything (getting my dress there, etc.) and she kept looking at me like I was crazy. So I didn't have a dress, I was wearing some weird looking seersucker see-through pajama looking pants and shirt (they were white).

Then I remembered that Todd and I hadn't picked out wedding bands. So I went to him and reminded him of this, and he said "Don't worry, I took care of all of that." I was so excited, but a little upset that I'd allowed us to see each other before the ceremony. He took the rings out of his pocket, and his was hideous. It was a huge gold and silver ring, much larger than any class ring ever thought about being, with rubies all over the sides of it, big ones. And on the top, he had used my grandmother's diamonds to spell "T + L" on the top of it. (I currently have some diamonds that were my grandmother's in my possession to use for my wedding band.) I don't remember what the band looked like that got for me. But his was truly nasty -- it looked similar to those candy diamond rings you wear? You know the one you wear on your finger and can suck on? That was the size and shape of his.

So I'm standing up at the front of this tiny church, ready to get married, when all the bridesmaids roll in. I only have three - but in my dream there were seven. The other four were children of my sister's friends who I don't know. She said they wanted to be in a wedding so she told them it would likely be okay with me. As they were all walking up, I asked her, "Who are these people?" She said, "They're nice people. Are you not going to allow these nice people to be in your wedding???" They were also little Mexican girls who didn't speak English all of a sudden.

So I'm still standing there in my PJ's (thinking, everyone can see my panties...) And the preacher says, "I have to go. I sense bad spirits in the town, and I must go cast them away." Todd and I look at each other like, "WTF?" and my mom steps in and decides she will officiate. But she can't, because she's crying so much. But she tried. And I kept thinking, "Is this legal?"

I throw my hands in the air and say, "Just forget it. This is out of control." And I walked out.