Re: Weird Dream Thread
Dredging this up because last night's dream fucked me up.
I was getting married. The ceremony was at a huge, ancient church and was, in all regards, very non-traditional. I wore a dark grey suit with a red shirt, and so did most of the male guests. The surviving members of Motörhead were there, and I apparently knew them very well. "What a shame Lemmy couldn't be here," one of them said, looking exactly like Lemmy because I don't know how any other member of Motörhead look like. I gave him a sad smile and a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. Most of the dream was preamble like that, but all throughout there was this feeling of wrongness, of a fleeting sadness that only I could detect.
I don't recognize my dream wife now, but in my dream I knew her very well. She was absolutely beautiful - caramel skin, gorgeous face. I knew she usually had dark hair, but she dyed it blond for the occasion. She and her sister (just as hot, but don't tell me dream wife I said that) wore glittering blue dresses. My heart melted as she came down the aisle.
I think my dream actually skipped the ceremony in a hazy montage, but I very clearly remember the aftermath. As we left the church, we entered a huge garden with many trees, their leaves the golden yellow of fall and slowly tumbling in the wind. I turned towards my wife, and I guess she could see the sadness in my eyes because she hugged me, and I still remember what she whispered softly.
"We both know that crushes don't last." It hit me like a ton of bricks, the missing piece of the puzzle falling into place. Choking back tears, I answered. "But really, what is love but a series of crushes on the same person? When I saw you coming down that aisle... I fell in love with you all over again." We were both crying then, golden leaves raining down around us.
I cried because I loved her. She cried because she didn't love me.