So I got married Wednesday morning…in my dreams….the ceremony was tacked on to a municipal public meeting, (no idea which one, it was a basement) and it was suppose to be small, but word got out and tons of people came out.
The bride wore a yellow cotton dress…the groom, and apparently was a willing participant, wore a suit, well a black jacket, black pants and a white shirt, no tie. He was all kinds of pretty. NO idea who he was, but apparently I knew him.
We decorated the basement with paintings to spruce it up, art and flowers.
I had just perched on the groom’s knee with a hot cuppa tea after it was all over, when I was woken up by a cat.
I’m a vivid dreamer, I dream in full colour with all my senses, so my dreams can be very real and very intense. Waking up while in a dream, ensures I’ll remember it, but I have to repeat the situation over and over in my head otherwise it will fade away, no matter how hard I try and remember later.
Generally I like my dreams, and often I’d like to stay in them longer, as reality is not so much fun.
As someone who hasn’t been out on a date in years, the whole idea of having someone in my life, that I’m with enough to consider marrying, is just bizarre. And yet there’s a little tiny piece of me that misses that human connection.
So the dress is not 100% what I recall from the dream – one day Google will KNOW what we’ve dreamed and it will prioritize in our morning search – but the colour is close, and the fabric is a light cotton. I have a new pink cotton summer dress which is exactly what I was wearing, except it was yellow.
And yes there’s a part of me that wants to go to the Keady Market, where I bought the pink one, to see if I can find a yellow one, because I really like it!
But dreams are fits of imagination, and I have some theories on why my brain chose to play out this imagery, and none of those theories are romantic in nature. I see this as a dream about committing to something I’m working on.
But hey, I’m open to literal translations and foreshadowing as well!