Weird Dreams
I had some really bizarre dreams last night that ended with someone trying to kill me at a resort hotel that had a giant plant nursery and a number of hidden dolphin tanks. However, before that I was having an equally bizarre but kind of funny and sweet dream about getting married.
Apparently dream-me had suddenly decided to get married and had hurriedly gotten everything together, the guests were there, everything was ready, except I was borrowing Jenny's dress (this is a real offer) but I hadn't tried it on at all, so it hadn't be altered to fit me, and so I had to rush over to try it on and it was too short because Jenny is shorter than me and it had some kind of weird hood-veil sort of reminiscent of what that girl who got kicked off Project Runway sent down the runway. Anyway, so I'm wearing the dress and everything is ready and....I never booked the church (which is some weird Sacred Heart/St. Paul's hybrid) and so there is mass going on and all my guests are dressed up, and Fr. Will is there and so we decide to just go to the reception which is St. Paul's playground only on a beach at a resort. The groom gets REALLY lost so I hung out with my friends for a few hours just playing around and having fun (but being careful about my very white dress) and it was a combination of the friends I have here--some families with kids--and my old friends, especially the boys from Youth Group. When I woke up the thing I was most struck by was dreaming about Ryan being younger and like his old self, chasing around my other friends' little kids on the beach laughing. Anyway, so it was funny. I think there was something else about someone who was getting married right before me who was a little Bridezilla-esque and some of her friends made their way to my party.
Isn't our sleeping brain WEIRD?????
Apparently dream-me had suddenly decided to get married and had hurriedly gotten everything together, the guests were there, everything was ready, except I was borrowing Jenny's dress (this is a real offer) but I hadn't tried it on at all, so it hadn't be altered to fit me, and so I had to rush over to try it on and it was too short because Jenny is shorter than me and it had some kind of weird hood-veil sort of reminiscent of what that girl who got kicked off Project Runway sent down the runway. Anyway, so I'm wearing the dress and everything is ready and....I never booked the church (which is some weird Sacred Heart/St. Paul's hybrid) and so there is mass going on and all my guests are dressed up, and Fr. Will is there and so we decide to just go to the reception which is St. Paul's playground only on a beach at a resort. The groom gets REALLY lost so I hung out with my friends for a few hours just playing around and having fun (but being careful about my very white dress) and it was a combination of the friends I have here--some families with kids--and my old friends, especially the boys from Youth Group. When I woke up the thing I was most struck by was dreaming about Ryan being younger and like his old self, chasing around my other friends' little kids on the beach laughing. Anyway, so it was funny. I think there was something else about someone who was getting married right before me who was a little Bridezilla-esque and some of her friends made their way to my party.
Isn't our sleeping brain WEIRD?????