Blue Eyes Designs

I just woke up from a very… interesting… dream that’s left me with a very
strange feeling. I’ll spare you the details (one of the most detailed I’ve had
in a while.)

I was getting married. Because we’d been at school, (and they were paying for
it,) his mother and my mother (mostly) planned the wedding. It was the day of
and I was just finding out the all-important details like what the invitations
looked like (adorable! like old books with “classical” cats. perfect.) what my
bridesmaids were wearing… etc.

It took me a long time to get ready because I had several dresses (two of which
were reversable?) to choose from. Since I knew the ‘color’ of the wedding was a
soft blue, I went with one that fit. By the time that I got everything on, I was
running late for my own wedding. I ran through the building (I think we were
getting married in a highschool with a couple gyms – each party had one to get
ready and the wedding was in the third – kinda like IMSA, actually… creepy)
and got there just in time to walk down the isle (which was off center, and that
really bothered me.) As I got to the front, I realized that Kyle was late too,
so I didn’t feel so bad.

As things got started, I didn’t recognize the presiding minister, so I started
to get really nervous. I acquired a program and, reading though it, realized
that this was a very, very religious (and long) ceremony that had been planned.
Not at all what I would want my wedding to be about. That, combined with all
the stresses of the day so far sent me crying, then running, from the “church”
around a bunch of corners to collapse in a stairwell.

The only person to come find me was H. H. (of all people) and we talked about
what was bothering me and what we could do about it. We realized that she, with
a couple of our friends, could run a beautiful, more secular ceremony. Feeling
better, we parted – she to explain what would be happening, that we were going
to do this again the right way, and me back to my “dressing room” to put myself
together better than I had been before the run there and the run back out. Then
I woke up.

Emotions in dreams have always perplexed me. I sometimes dream things that I
would never feel in real life and I sometimes dream things that are so true to
what I feel that it’s scary. The emotions in this dream are so strong that I
don’t know what I feel about them. I mean, I was elated, estatic, completely
happy about the idea of getting married. I felt as much love for him as I ever
have and I was just… bursting at the seams. While I can understand why I would
dream about a wedding (C and S and all) why would I dream about my
wedding? Is this really what I feel? I find it funny that it would come about
after K’d upset me last night, though.

I just… wow. I feel so strange. Happy, but perplexed.