The life, times, and thoughts of someone who isn't you.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I dreamed of my wedding day
last night I dreamed of my wedding day. I was ready and just waiting for things to start. That's always the worst part about weddings. I've been a groomsman a couple of times and that seems to be the most stressful time for the groom. Nothing more to do. Just waiting. Pastor Tonye and Pastor Matt Dragoun were there. I think Tonye was officiating. Josh Thompson was my best man and we threw a couple frisbees around in the backroom while we waited. The flowers we had were weird. They looked more like a white bristle with smaller purple flowers around it. It looked nice, I guess... but I'm not sure I will pick it if and when I actually do get married. The wedding hall was dark and I couldn't see anyone's face other than those next to me. I opened my eyes once during the dream and saw my bedroom, the folds of the bed changed into the heads of the rows of people sitting patiently waiting for things to start. I whispered to Tonye and Josh to whisper reminders of what I was supposed to do, because although I know we practiced, I couldn't remember a thing. I think the worst part was that I woke up before the bride came out. I don't know who I was marrying. I do remember her brother, as a wedding present, gave me a cell phone that was the size of an index card and as thick as a remote control. It folded out in a few different directions and had about 6 joysticks. The only game I could get working on it was golf.