And the memories of me will seem more like bad dreams..

Nov 23, 2005 12:03

I just woke up. It's noon, I went to bed at ten last night, and I just barely woke up. I slept through three calls on my cell phone and two on my house phone.
And I'm still tired.

And I dreamt strange things. I was getting married to Jared and I was late to my wedding because I needed a necklace. And I wore glow-in-the-dark Crocs, and pink toe socks. And my aunt was the one who helped me get dressed, which is impossible, because she died ten years ago. Ten years ago today, actually. Jesus, I miss her.
I had to enter going down this spiral staircase, and the organist was my friend Mike, and he broke into "Anitra's Dance" by Greig once I hit the floor, which made me smile, but Jared rolled his eyes. The preacher had a pompadour and sounded how I think Elvis would sound. He said he wasn't Elvis, and winked at me. It reminded me of "Good Omens" and the Buger Lord...

It was just strange, and I wanted to write it down before I forgot.

I guess I better get dressed before Jared shows up at my door again.
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