Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night. Thinking it was about 3, I looked at the clock.
11:30.
girlonthewire probably needs to send me a copy of her marriage license, because my subconscious keeps trying to just make sure that she got married OK. I dreamed that I flew in for her wedding and was staying with
infinitefetish's dad and stepmom. We were all getting ready, but then I was suddenly by myself and I got sick and collapsed, face-down, spread-eagle, on the bed in my bridesmaid dress. I was trying to wrench myself up, thinking "I absolutely cannot miss this," but my body was paralyzed. I started remembering her real wedding, but in the dream I just thought I was crazy and having false memories.
Today's agenda: Work out, go into work for a while, go to event for work.