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I had a dream last night that my wedding was a total utter disappointment.
Nothing disastrous - just that something I'd been looking forward to so much totally flopped.
Something went wrong with my dress, and I had to get a new one right before the wedding. It was too expensive and didn't really fit well.
Something also happened to the bridesmaid dresses and we ended up with these horrible awful monstrosities - teal satin top with lilac satin bottoms, and teal netting over the skirt. And a weird, flamboyant hemline.
The day of the wedding was stormy, and we had to have it inside in this dusty, dank parlor. None of our friends came, and only half our families.
I had really wanted a shower and a bachelorette party and none of my friends threw one. (I would like a party. I'm not sure whether I really need a shower. But in the dream, I was horribly sad I didn't have one. And my "friends" in the dream - who were nobody specific - just didn't care enough to actually plan anything, or even to come. I think the bridesmaids even flaked out. Although with those dresses, I didn't blame them.)
There were no flowers, and no music. The service was really short and perfunctory. The celebrant seemed bored. Our families hung around a little, but left shortly after - no real reception. Because almost no one had come and it was raining and there didn't seem to be much point.
Chuckro's mother had paid for the honeymoon. (In the dream, she kind of merged with my grandmother. As in, it was my grandmother doing all of this, but she was Chuckro's mother. Chuckro's actual mother did not appear.) She decided we'd go to Arizona. For three days. Not even anywhere cool in Arizona - some random dinky motel. And she came with us. And slept in the bed between us. So not only was it a boring place to go with nothing to do, we couldn't even enjoy the...ahem...activities associated with honeymoons.
While we were there, the only thing I wanted to do was go to this show that was kind of like Cirque du Soleil. I wanted to just get the $30 tickets. She insisted on getting them for us. She bought $300 tickets...for her and Chuckro. I didn't find out until I got there that I had to buy my own ticket, which I could barely afford.
On top of that, the show itself was lame.
We finally got home, and there was a pile of beautifully wrapped wedding gifts on the floor. And I was finally excited. I felt bad to be so materialistic, but everything else had been so depressing and disappointing, and these at least looked so pretty. There weren't very many of them, but then, well, not very many people had bothered to come.
So we open them. And there's only 3 or 4 place settings. In a china pattern that I didn't chose and have never seen before. It's dull and ugly. One is a glass pitcher - that is unfinished. It's still got rough edges from the mold. Another is a bowl that's already been shattered into a million pieces.
I woke up in the middle of the night and just wanted to cry. I needed a lot of hugs from Chuckro this morning.
Horrible dream.
Nothing disastrous - just that something I'd been looking forward to so much totally flopped.
Something went wrong with my dress, and I had to get a new one right before the wedding. It was too expensive and didn't really fit well.
Something also happened to the bridesmaid dresses and we ended up with these horrible awful monstrosities - teal satin top with lilac satin bottoms, and teal netting over the skirt. And a weird, flamboyant hemline.
The day of the wedding was stormy, and we had to have it inside in this dusty, dank parlor. None of our friends came, and only half our families.
I had really wanted a shower and a bachelorette party and none of my friends threw one. (I would like a party. I'm not sure whether I really need a shower. But in the dream, I was horribly sad I didn't have one. And my "friends" in the dream - who were nobody specific - just didn't care enough to actually plan anything, or even to come. I think the bridesmaids even flaked out. Although with those dresses, I didn't blame them.)
There were no flowers, and no music. The service was really short and perfunctory. The celebrant seemed bored. Our families hung around a little, but left shortly after - no real reception. Because almost no one had come and it was raining and there didn't seem to be much point.
Chuckro's mother had paid for the honeymoon. (In the dream, she kind of merged with my grandmother. As in, it was my grandmother doing all of this, but she was Chuckro's mother. Chuckro's actual mother did not appear.) She decided we'd go to Arizona. For three days. Not even anywhere cool in Arizona - some random dinky motel. And she came with us. And slept in the bed between us. So not only was it a boring place to go with nothing to do, we couldn't even enjoy the...ahem...activities associated with honeymoons.
While we were there, the only thing I wanted to do was go to this show that was kind of like Cirque du Soleil. I wanted to just get the $30 tickets. She insisted on getting them for us. She bought $300 tickets...for her and Chuckro. I didn't find out until I got there that I had to buy my own ticket, which I could barely afford.
On top of that, the show itself was lame.
We finally got home, and there was a pile of beautifully wrapped wedding gifts on the floor. And I was finally excited. I felt bad to be so materialistic, but everything else had been so depressing and disappointing, and these at least looked so pretty. There weren't very many of them, but then, well, not very many people had bothered to come.
So we open them. And there's only 3 or 4 place settings. In a china pattern that I didn't chose and have never seen before. It's dull and ugly. One is a glass pitcher - that is unfinished. It's still got rough edges from the mold. Another is a bowl that's already been shattered into a million pieces.
I woke up in the middle of the night and just wanted to cry. I needed a lot of hugs from Chuckro this morning.
Horrible dream.
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