Bruno Mars, I blame you.
Had the weirdest dream last night. The oddest part was that it was partially a reoccurring thing. I never have reoccurring dreams! Sure, my subconscious recycles set pieces like none other, but the same combo doesn't usually pop up. It's brain salad, usually. Everything I saw and heard and thought mashed in a recognizable way to the me who has just woken up, usually. I think that the Bruno Mars song “Marry You” is to blame for this one. The reoccurring portions are all about being stuck running from friend's wedding to friends' wedding.
In this dream I have three jobs. Not sure if that part was the same in the previous dream, but the next part was: All of my free time was spent going to friends' shitty weddings. I would work myself to the bone, then so many people would be getting married that every spare moment seemed to be at a wedding ceremony or reception. Oh, and were the weddings awful. Hideous dresses. Bizarre and difficult to access locations... Ugh. Apparently the town dream!Me was living in was rather small. And, my mother also lived there. dream!Mom saw my obvious dissatisfaction with the constant weddings and concluded I wanted to be in one. dream!Me was not amused. Nor interested. Just pissed all my free time was wasted at these things. But, dream!Mom bought me 12 yards of creamy orange chiffon and said that if I was able to make an entire wedding party's outfits out of the fabric, I could marry, too! Being single in the dream didn't matter, just preparing the trappings of a ceremony. I think dream!Me told her off and stormed out. Gawd, just imagining making that much formal wear. Ugh. I can figure out where all the other parts came from except the orange chiffon fabric. Why orange? Best part was that dream!Me also hated the color and told my mother no one would ever wear something that hideous even in the worst wedding. Next wedding? Bride and groom were doused in orange chiffon. My costume construction snobbery might have something to do with this part.
By the end of the dream I was just running back and forth between jobs that I never seemed to see myself working in and shortened bits and pieces of wedding ceremonies and receptions. Mostly receptions. Naturally, the working too hard with the 3 jobs thing is how my subconscious feels about my actual jobs. Yesterday was a 16 hour day and it was pissed at me. Surprisingly enough, Omar did make a cameo in this dream. Rushing between jobs #2 and #3, dream!me would always take a side street. Why? Apparently Omar lived on that side street and went to work at the same time I was in transit myself. And, dream!Me, being rather sweet on him, would just go that way, wave coyly, say hello, and progress onto the next job. Finally woke up from this vivid wacky ass dream when, and you'll laugh at this, my feet got too cold.
Because I haven't been sleeping very long my dreams have been really simple and short and not very vivid lately. Nice to have some variety, I guess.
In this dream I have three jobs. Not sure if that part was the same in the previous dream, but the next part was: All of my free time was spent going to friends' shitty weddings. I would work myself to the bone, then so many people would be getting married that every spare moment seemed to be at a wedding ceremony or reception. Oh, and were the weddings awful. Hideous dresses. Bizarre and difficult to access locations... Ugh. Apparently the town dream!Me was living in was rather small. And, my mother also lived there. dream!Mom saw my obvious dissatisfaction with the constant weddings and concluded I wanted to be in one. dream!Me was not amused. Nor interested. Just pissed all my free time was wasted at these things. But, dream!Mom bought me 12 yards of creamy orange chiffon and said that if I was able to make an entire wedding party's outfits out of the fabric, I could marry, too! Being single in the dream didn't matter, just preparing the trappings of a ceremony. I think dream!Me told her off and stormed out. Gawd, just imagining making that much formal wear. Ugh. I can figure out where all the other parts came from except the orange chiffon fabric. Why orange? Best part was that dream!Me also hated the color and told my mother no one would ever wear something that hideous even in the worst wedding. Next wedding? Bride and groom were doused in orange chiffon. My costume construction snobbery might have something to do with this part.
By the end of the dream I was just running back and forth between jobs that I never seemed to see myself working in and shortened bits and pieces of wedding ceremonies and receptions. Mostly receptions. Naturally, the working too hard with the 3 jobs thing is how my subconscious feels about my actual jobs. Yesterday was a 16 hour day and it was pissed at me. Surprisingly enough, Omar did make a cameo in this dream. Rushing between jobs #2 and #3, dream!me would always take a side street. Why? Apparently Omar lived on that side street and went to work at the same time I was in transit myself. And, dream!Me, being rather sweet on him, would just go that way, wave coyly, say hello, and progress onto the next job. Finally woke up from this vivid wacky ass dream when, and you'll laugh at this, my feet got too cold.
Because I haven't been sleeping very long my dreams have been really simple and short and not very vivid lately. Nice to have some variety, I guess.