Weird dream the other night. I was getting married.
That would be weird enough on it’s own, since I’m nowhere near ready to get hitched, and as stated in the previous post, I also don’t even have options right now. Not that that’s a problem with me.
Weirder part. I was a total bridezilla. Well, maybe not that weird because it seemed like the wedding had been planned at the last minute. I didn’t even have a nice sari to wear, I was just wearing this maroon salwar that I already own (wtf), and I was upset because I wanted to wear this other red salwar that I also already own (again, wtf). Nothing was ready, and I was yelling at everyone. I actually wonder if I was actually yelling in my sleep. In any case, I woke up with a parched throat and it certainly felt like I had been screaming my lungs out.
Weirdest part. My sister was helping me get ready. That’s not weird, but this is. She asked me if I really wanted to get married. And then I started thinking, and a little video reel played in my dream head of this Indian guy (not a face that I actually know in real life, which is both good but less exciting) and I realized that I didn’t really know this guy. So then my sister asked why I was doing it, and I gave her a speech about how sometimes one has to do things for the good of everyone rather than just looking out for their own interests.
I’ll leave it at that?
Lol. Do you remember the face now? Sometimes dreams are just so weird