A blonde, all-american, mid-western raised with some Southern belle flair, ordained reverend strives to change the world in a timely, organized manner, while wearing some fabulous shoes and still maintaining a social life...
Monday, February 27, 2006
I don't normally post info about my dreams... but I thought this one was weird - so what the heck? Last night I had a dream that I got married. That is scary enough in and of itself. Those of you who know me, know my fear of having a ring on my left ring finger - it freaks me out to wear one there. But the kicker was who I married. I married my friend Jim, who is friends and roommates with my ex-boyfriend Derrik (who we are good friends now, so no hard feelings), but I'm sure that marrying one of his best friends and roommate might create some issues. Continuing, Jim is what we endearingly refer to as a Methe-Jew :) One of his parents is Jewish, although I'm not sure practicing, but nonetheless our wedding was a full on Jewish wedding. Now there's not really anything wrong with a full Jewish wedding, with one exception. I'm studying to be a Christian minister. Sort of a conflict of interest. Even weirder (is that a word?) - I was late to my own wedding because I was having dinner/lunch with my friend Kerri Bowen from elementary school. Mind you, Kerri moved to Oklahoma in 6th or 7th grade and I think I've only seen her twice since then, so why I was late to my own wedding in order to have dinner with someone I was friends with in elementary school? Who knows? So when I arrive at the (it wasn't a church of a synagogue) place where we are getting married - I haven't even put on my dress, done my hair or my make up and I just feel like that's completely fine. I put on my wedding dress, which is too big, because I never went in to have it altered or to have it fit properly - and to top if off, all my bridesmaids are also wearing this white/cream color, so we all pretty much look the same, except for I am swimming in mine. I throw my hair up in a pony tail, put on some chapstick and proceed to watch mybridesmaids do a dance down the aisle. While I'm watching them, I think about asking someone in the congregation if they have any mascara, because that will make everyone stop looking at my oversized dress, but I don't because now it's my turn to dance (literally) down the aisle with some scarves in my hands, waving my hands and arms all around. Somehow my dream skipped over the entire ceremony and skips right ahead to the reception. Mind you, in my dream, I haven't ever actually seen Jim, but I just know that is the person I was marrying... and I'm at the reception eating with some random guests that I don't know (not sitting at the head table with my "husband" or anything) and then I hear this beeping.... beeping... beeping....that's my alarm clock, telling me to wake up and go swimming at the Y.... weird....
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Knowing Jim, I can't imagine him forcing a Jewish wedding on anyone.. let alone you.
I haven't had a dream in some time where I recognize any body or have enough symbolance of faces to know why they were in my dream.. I simply wake up remembering snippets of events...
You were having lunch with me, simply because, I was your coolest friend ever! Haha :)~
That is an awkward dream though. Ya know, I've had dreams about you and other Liberty friends before. Wierd, huh?
Well, I feel loved and will have a better day because I was in your dream! Thanks!
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