Bad dream
I had a terrible dream this morning.
I woke up at 6:05 and decided I should really go back to sleep . . . out of boredum, if nothing else. From that time until 8:43 when I woke up again, I had a dream.
Apparently I was getting married to a guy who was from home, or had relatives there. I saw I had no engagement ring. My mind seemed fixated on that, because it kept making me look at my left hand. Anyways, the guy had no face, but he did have dark hair and blue eyes.
I was to marry him and he went to my mother's house and I was trying to pack up stuff and he told me not to worry about any of it because it wasn't needed.
The next scene we were at a house. He told me very solumnly that regretfully we had to share a bed and he would make sure not to touch me because I was too perfect to sully before our marriage. I stared at him and was put off because of the perfection thing.
The next day I met his mother who looked up at me in disapproval. I met his gaggle of sisters and aunts and cousins who all treated me like I was dirt. We then went to a shower/reception thing. I was sitting at the end of a long table and all of the women there were whispering about "the bride" and although I couldn't tell what they were saying, it wasn't good.
The next thing I knew, a girl from my high school days came up to me. She was a relative of the groom. She told me that "that list you gave me of people you wanted here? Yeah, they aren't coming."
I stared at her. That meant no Cassie or Christine or Chris or Steph . . . I suddenly felt very alone.
So, I stood up and left the room. I found out then that it was next door to the local grocery store, so I went into the store. There, I saw Amy and her son. The kid wasn't much older than he is now and he was pestering his mother. Amy looked tired and she had blood on her clothes. She was getting ice cream when I rushed over to her. I asked her about the blood and she shrugged. I asked her why she wasn't coming to my wedding and she told me she wasn't invited. I stood there and her son pulled at my arm, so I lifted him up. I held him in my arms and I said to Amy that I wanted her to come to my wedding but she told me it was too late. I followed her out of the store and I heard
"The bride has to be here for that. She's talking to some of the lower class."
I was instantly angry and I followed Amy to her car. I kept telling Amy that I submitted a list but apparently no one from it was invited. Amy ignored me and when we got to the car, I found out why she had blood on her. Her father was sitting in the car . . . and he was missing parts. He looked at me and made unintelligible noises, but everything around him was red with his blood.
"We hit an elk." He mumbled.
I stared at him and looked at the devistation. Then as I watched Amy poke the pieces of human and elk that was in the car, I realized her husband was in bits. I didn't want to put the kid in the car, but Amy insisted I let him in.
Amy got in the car and backed out of her spot. I yelled at her to come back and she told me to go back to my wedding crap. I yelled "But I don't want to get married! I don't love him! He was a last resort!"
I turned and the women from the reception were standing there. I shook my head and took off running.
When I wrote this out, I realized I recognize some parts and how they are actually dramatized parts of my current life.
Has anyone noticed I go to bed earlier and earlier?
Does anyone care?
No, didn't think so.
Anyways, I . . .
never mind.
I woke up at 6:05 and decided I should really go back to sleep . . . out of boredum, if nothing else. From that time until 8:43 when I woke up again, I had a dream.
Apparently I was getting married to a guy who was from home, or had relatives there. I saw I had no engagement ring. My mind seemed fixated on that, because it kept making me look at my left hand. Anyways, the guy had no face, but he did have dark hair and blue eyes.
I was to marry him and he went to my mother's house and I was trying to pack up stuff and he told me not to worry about any of it because it wasn't needed.
The next scene we were at a house. He told me very solumnly that regretfully we had to share a bed and he would make sure not to touch me because I was too perfect to sully before our marriage. I stared at him and was put off because of the perfection thing.
The next day I met his mother who looked up at me in disapproval. I met his gaggle of sisters and aunts and cousins who all treated me like I was dirt. We then went to a shower/reception thing. I was sitting at the end of a long table and all of the women there were whispering about "the bride" and although I couldn't tell what they were saying, it wasn't good.
The next thing I knew, a girl from my high school days came up to me. She was a relative of the groom. She told me that "that list you gave me of people you wanted here? Yeah, they aren't coming."
I stared at her. That meant no Cassie or Christine or Chris or Steph . . . I suddenly felt very alone.
So, I stood up and left the room. I found out then that it was next door to the local grocery store, so I went into the store. There, I saw Amy and her son. The kid wasn't much older than he is now and he was pestering his mother. Amy looked tired and she had blood on her clothes. She was getting ice cream when I rushed over to her. I asked her about the blood and she shrugged. I asked her why she wasn't coming to my wedding and she told me she wasn't invited. I stood there and her son pulled at my arm, so I lifted him up. I held him in my arms and I said to Amy that I wanted her to come to my wedding but she told me it was too late. I followed her out of the store and I heard
"The bride has to be here for that. She's talking to some of the lower class."
I was instantly angry and I followed Amy to her car. I kept telling Amy that I submitted a list but apparently no one from it was invited. Amy ignored me and when we got to the car, I found out why she had blood on her. Her father was sitting in the car . . . and he was missing parts. He looked at me and made unintelligible noises, but everything around him was red with his blood.
"We hit an elk." He mumbled.
I stared at him and looked at the devistation. Then as I watched Amy poke the pieces of human and elk that was in the car, I realized her husband was in bits. I didn't want to put the kid in the car, but Amy insisted I let him in.
Amy got in the car and backed out of her spot. I yelled at her to come back and she told me to go back to my wedding crap. I yelled "But I don't want to get married! I don't love him! He was a last resort!"
I turned and the women from the reception were standing there. I shook my head and took off running.
When I wrote this out, I realized I recognize some parts and how they are actually dramatized parts of my current life.
Has anyone noticed I go to bed earlier and earlier?
Does anyone care?
No, didn't think so.
Anyways, I . . .
never mind.