And then in dreams methought...

Last night I dreamt I was getting married.

Contrary to what one might expect, I did not awake feeling all warm and fuzzy, nor did I awake feeling gloomy or depressed that it wasn't "real."

Instead, I awoke to an overall sensation of, "well... that was... interesting."

I was in a craft store, surrounded by ribbon and flowers and manic brides trying to create the perfect pew bow/flower arrangement/etc., and all I wanted were some new buttons for my favourite coat.

Then I was having margaritas with some friends (dream friends, of the variety that do not exist outside my subconscious), who all seeemed quite concerned that I was going to be late for my own wedding. I, on the other hand, didn't seem bothered.

Now that I think about it, if they were my friends, I wonder why they weren't invited?

Finally, after a panicked phone call from my mother, I left my friends and began to get ready. There was a vague nagging sensation that I was not in possesion of "something blue," which I chose to ignore.

The ceremony was being held at a private school in my hometown where my dance school used to rent rooms for class.

The groom in question was my childhood best friend, but in the dream scenario he was my cousin, and the marriage had been arranged by our parents.

Sadly I didn't make it to the ceremony--my alarm went off as the groom, myself, another couple, and some random family members were being served a salad in a cramped hallway backstage at the school.

I wonder what Freud would make of all of this...

Actually, it shows a marked improvement over the last wedding dream I had, which took place in what could only be described as a hybrid of a Duane Reade (that's a pharmacy for you non New Yorkers), a Greek temple, and a fountain. There was no groom.

In the end I think that, for once, my subconscious and my conscious minds are in agreement. I don't want a wedding. Ever.

Not that I wouldn't want to get married, but the public ceremony with a dress and flowers and guest lists and seating charts and a DJ and bridesmaids and pew bows and centerpieces and... and... and...

No. That's just not for me.

I do realize that, considering my practically-permanent single status, I may be getting a bit ahead of myself.

Yet somehow, knowing what I do (or in this case, do not) want? Is a relief.