A Weird Dream Once Again

There is no word count on here because I don't think that dreams should be expected to be written between 450 and 600 words.

Once again, I had a weird dream. And yes, it involved Chris. Hopefully I can remember as much as possible because I am writing this about half-an-hour after I woke up, and I also had to clean up the mess that Indie made along with Mom's torn-up-by-Indie carnations. So, here I go...

Either I woke up on my own and went out to the front room or Sarah woke me up but either way, she told me something about it being my day or something. Anyway, I went out to the front room and Chris had just taken off his shoes. Sarah went and brought out a dress,which ended up being for me. The dress was my wedding dress! It was mostly white. It was kind of layered but then it kind of wasn't. The "layer" around the waist was yellow while the bottom of the dress was, I think, red. A photo was taken by the main frame of my shock.

I end up going to where a wedding would be taking place. It was at West Side Park but the room was definitely different. The room was definitely smaller and to get to it, you had to walk up a few stairs. Anyway, I walk up the stairs and I see this room filled with purple wedding decorations, Dad bending over, working on something, another guy working on something, and Chris looking at me while he was standing by a table. After seeing that this was all for me, I gasped with the need for air, and I started to cry. Chris walked over and hugged me.

Everything had been done in secret. From the wedding dress to the reception hall to the decorations and probably even further down to the First Dance. But yeah, I was shocked by everything.

Mom and Sarah walked into the room and one of them handed me my dress and told me to go get ready. When I came out from changing, it was filling up with people. I even saw an Amish couple. And now that I think about it, it might be because of where Chris works. But anyway!

Mom handed me money and said something to the extent of: "This is for when you go swimming." She then handed me a room key and said, "This is in case you get angry," or something like that. Or it just might have been the room key and not to any "in cases." I then told Mom and Sarah that I didn't have any shoes (appropriate shoes because I might have been wearing sneakers or something) and for someone to go home, go into my orange backpack, and grab my flats. But now, I realize that black shoes and white dresses simply don't go together. So, I would like to think that they simply forgot about handing me my new white dress shoes and they were simply in a corner of the room or still out in the vehicle. But anyway, when Mom left to go get the shoes, I began pacing up and down one side of a table while guests were still filing in. Dad was on the other side, also pacing. Dad told me something to the extent of: "I had my day, now this is your day." And then I went back to pacing.

The End

I know, I know. Not much of a dream. I told myself that if I am having more and more dreams about Chris because the "10th year anniversary" is coming up, I will kill myself. I don't think I could imagine me happily agreeing to marry him, let alone anyone. If I agreed to marry someone, I think it would just be the fact that I would share, not just a bed, but a house with that person. But, yeah. That's how my dream went.