Sorry I haven't dream blogged in a while, actually I haven't posted a blog in 8 months. Silly me...
Anyway, last night's dream was so weird, disturbing and downright icky, I thought I'd share.
The setting, a beautiful Catholic cathedral. The pews were filled with tons of people waiting to see the big event. I was dressed in a gorgeous white gown. Hair and make up done professionally, today was my big day. I was standing at the back of the church waiting for Emily Podgorski to come down from the balcony so she could walk me down the aisle. She too was in a wedding dress.
The wedding march begins to play as she escorts me to the alter to meet with my handsome groom, Mike Podgorski. She kisses me on the cheek, shakes hands with Mike and has a seat in the front pew. John Kiene and an unknown priest were officiating the ceremony. In my mind, I knew the priest was only there to make the wedding official in the eyes of the Church.
Mike and I take hands and look at each other as John begins the ceremony. Mike is dressed handsomely in a classic black tuxedo, complete with cumberbun and black bow tie. John begins with dearly beloved, blah blah blah. Honestly I don't remember what he was saying and it wasn't very important to the dream. What was important is that he kept messing up the order of the ceremony and we had to start over several times. I was getting anxious.
(I'm going to break the third wall here for a second to explain that a lot of my dreams have to do with me being in a situation where I have to get something done, go through a step by step process, count things, etc. Most of the time the process gets messed up somehow, and I have to start over. It is frustrating as hell, and I can only imagine it is my brain trying to work out some complex problem while I'm sleeping and is manipulating me into running through cycles over and over again.)
Finally, John says something along the lines of "Screw it. Let's just skip to the part where they talk about why they are marrying each other and get this over with". He hands Mike Podgorski the microphone, Mike turns to the congregation and begins talking about why he loves me. Says something about how I am philanthropic, nice to people, always willing to lend a hand, etc. I started to feel all warm and fuzzy, until I realized one very important thing; I knew nothing about Mike Podgorski. I was starting to feel panicked. Quickly I started to think why was I marrying him? What was I going to say to the congregation about him to prove my love for him as he was for me? I was definitely having cold feet and about ready to run down the aisle and out of the church when Mike finished and handed me the microphone.
Then I woke up.
Analyze that, bitches!
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