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mr. and mrs.
2010-09-01 @ 4:29 p.m.
i had a dream that we got married last night. he was in his regular clothes for some reason, and i was in a dress that was far too fluffy and frilly for my personality. the reception was inside, which is something i've never wanted, but there was a ton of amazing homemade food which is something i HAVE always wanted. it looked really delicious and i made myself a huge plate because in the dream, i was starving. but people kept pulling me aside and asking me questions and taking pictures. specifically, those questions involved when we were having kids, and i didn't know what to say, because i don't want any but didn't want to say that in front of him and ruin the time. then, when i finally returned to where i left my plate, the servers had cleaned it up because it just looked like someone left a random plate of food sitting around. in its place, there were a ton of cakes in all different flavors in individual wrappers and shelves. like, they looked like a bunch of caboodles (remember those things?) were lined up, with like 5 drawers each, and they were all clear so you could see what was inside. and in each one they'd have the same style of cake, but they'd all be different flavors. the one i picked had little cakes in the shape of jaunty little spring hats, and each drawer had multiple flavors as well, so i got one chocolate, one strawberry, and one tiramisu among other things. i remember thinking, "i guess i'm going to eat cake for dinner?" and then i thought, "it's my wedding, i'll do whatever i want." my whole family was there, and all of my friends, and not a lot of people he knows because he doesn't have many friends or family left. i remember being really happy, and i felt really pretty even though i didn't like the dress much. we just kept holding hands, and touching each other and smiling because that was it, we were bonded for life. i hope it happens exactly like that, except for the parts i wasn't crazy about and the awkward questions about my reproductive ability/desire which isn't anyone's goddamn business. i had so many dreams last night but that's the only one i care to remember. the night before, we had amazing sex and afterward i went to the bathroom and he went downstairs because he said he needed a drink. i came downstairs after washing up and find him in the kitchen, eating cookies which he was also dipping into a glass of milk, and reading a sushi menu, completely naked. i couldn't help but laugh because it was so ridiculous looking, but i had that surreal feeling again of "is this really my life?" i totally love it if it is. |