It was my wedding day. On the way to the church, I realized I didn't have things ready. There was another bride that was getting married the same day and time (but in a different room) and I kept looking at her and seeing how prepared she was and I got upset with myself. I saw her with her gift to her mom, which made me realize I didn't have a gift for my mom. Except the gift was toilet paper (for her tears... not such a great gift now that I'm awake). I didn't have gifts for my bridesmaids yet either. Then I realized I left my dress at home. Plus, it wasn't altered, so it wouldn't fit me very well. I knew I couldn't be ready in time, but called my mom. She didn't answer, and it wasn't until later that I realized why- I had called my phone contact "Monnie" instead of "Mommie" (which was how I had it spelled). She came to find me and said "I really love you, but you messed up big time!" and I said "I KNOW!!", about to cry. I was terrified and freaking out that it was the biggest day of my life and I had completely dropped the ball on planning and ruined it. I was pacing around deciding what to do, and I saw my dad, who was dressed up. I told Mom he looked nice, though it was a bit much for him... he was wearing a sequin dress, large hat/headpiece with sequined feathers and maybe a wrap or shawl. (Oddly enough, I didn't blink at that.) All my bridesmaids were there on time, but my maid of honor was in a different room, so I called out "Where's my MOH?!" because she was the one who was supposed to keep me sane. I didn't have dresses for my maids either. All my guests were waiting in the church, but I didn't have food for the reception. I had my hair in a ponytail, about which I was freaking out because I wanted an elegant wedding, and my bridesmaid agreed that the ponytail wasn't elegant. I didn't have musicians hired to play, but the organ started to play. I heard the wedding march, so I decided to run home to get my dress. I said, "will they wait for me?" (referring to the guests). Someone said yeah, so a bridesmaid (a sister of one of my actual bridesmaids), 2 of her guy friends and I ran to my place... ran, not drove... through a golf course with very steep hills (or rather, cliffs). When I got to my dress, I put it on. I knew I'd have to tighten it a lot so it didn't fall off (since it wasn't altered to fit me). As I tightened, it ripped. I pulled the strings off completely (except they weren't "dress" strings as much as "undergarment" strings)!
When I got back to the church, an hour or two later, most people were gone or leaving. I was heartbroken.
(Upon waking, I was very glad to realized I still have seven months to continue planning, and a very thorough binder to keep me organized! Praise God!)
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Fat Factory
All I remember was seeing a really skinny girl that was wearing some weird outfit- it must have been tight and/or tied with string, because I said it looks like a play-doh fat factory.
Coincidently, that is also a line from Friends, and I've been watching a lot lately.
Coincidently, that is also a line from Friends, and I've been watching a lot lately.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Wading for Contact
My boyfriend, Manuel and I were hanging out with a bunch of people in a giant house. There were a lot of realtors there, including one we were friends with. It was some kind of celebration, so we wanted to make sure to help him celebrate. We were wearing some sort of costume and cleaning out closets. I brought in a bunch of clothes from my own closet (like I would when I donate to Goodwill). Later on, we started going around outside the house- there was a creek, so we started wading through it. Manuel wouldn't walk with me, and wasn't paying any attention to me, and it started to upset me. We came to an area in the creek that was appparently ice cream, and some guy had peed in it (in his sleep, maybe?). His wife assured us that she cleaned that area out, and it was safe to eat. It was gross to think what we could be eating, but we all still ate it anyway. Manuel still wouldn't talk to me, even when I was sitting right behind him, so I got up and walked around the circle we were all in toward my mom. I told her about how he was ignoring me, and it really bothered me. I said he was talking to Natalie, a girl I used to work with years ago (who I knew was flirtatious), but wouldn't give me the time of day. She asked me if I wanted her to talk with him, but I said no, I didn't want Manuel to know that I shared that with her.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
It's the End of the World as We Know it...
I was with a bunch of people that I don't recognize in real life, but I knew them in the dream. It was like we were decorating something, or taking turns putting things on the wall, or something bizarre like that. I put on a flowy, long A-line skirt and started twirling. That was going to be my costume. Then my friends decided that I would do some kind of hula dance (hula-hooping while dancing around in circles) for our "show." Shortly after that was when the first storm hit. I don't remember how bad it was or what happened, but that's how we knew the world was coming to an end (literally). The storm ended, but we knew that we didn't have much time. Someone was watching the weather and saw that there was another storm coming, it was just a matter of when. So we started to prepare ourselves. There was nothing coming too soon, so we sorta went about our business as usual. A day passed, and still nothing. We were becoming more relaxed as time went on.
My boyfriend, Manuel had been working on tiling our bathtub (that was in the middle of wherever this dream took place), and he finished it. Later on, we were standing by it, and I complimented him on his work, then made a comment like "I needa learned how to grout so I can fix these little spots." There were a few small chips and gaps in the tiles. Next thing I know, Manuel disappeared and I see a bulge on the shower door- he got inside and leaned against the door, pouting. He was very upset with me, because I never offered to help tile in the first place, then I "nit-picked" about the job. I felt really bad; he never asked me to help him tile, and I didn't mean for it to be taken hard. The worst part was this was the last time I ever saw him.
Two days had passed with no storm. But then the day came. The winds started to pick up. I looked at the person that was watching the weather and asked if this was it. They actually answered my question backward by saying no, but I knew that they meant we wouldn't see another day. We started moving into the same building. I looked out the window at the sky (to the south, oddly enough) and saw the clouds rolling in quickly, looking only eery enough to hold rain, even though I knew it would be more like a tornado and worse. I followed my friends to the basement. One woman asked me "where's your coat?!" and I held up my arm because I was wearing a coat- my winter coat. Apparently she didn't think it was padded enough. They were all sitting in lawn chairs, facing the south wall of the basement. I thought it was odd placement, so I got down on my knees in the dirt behind one woman's chair, ready to cover my head. When I thought about the coat comment, I went to find some kind of padding, thinking I would appreciate some padding under my knees if I was going to be on them for awhile. I found some yellow foam that would work perfectly. I put two pieces under my knees and sat back down. The wind was getting louder. I was wishing Manuel was with me, even though I knew he was still upset with me. I decided to text him before it was too late. I sent "I LOVE YOU! HOPE TO SEE YOU IN HEAVEN!" I put my phone away and prepared for the worst.
My boyfriend, Manuel had been working on tiling our bathtub (that was in the middle of wherever this dream took place), and he finished it. Later on, we were standing by it, and I complimented him on his work, then made a comment like "I needa learned how to grout so I can fix these little spots." There were a few small chips and gaps in the tiles. Next thing I know, Manuel disappeared and I see a bulge on the shower door- he got inside and leaned against the door, pouting. He was very upset with me, because I never offered to help tile in the first place, then I "nit-picked" about the job. I felt really bad; he never asked me to help him tile, and I didn't mean for it to be taken hard. The worst part was this was the last time I ever saw him.
Two days had passed with no storm. But then the day came. The winds started to pick up. I looked at the person that was watching the weather and asked if this was it. They actually answered my question backward by saying no, but I knew that they meant we wouldn't see another day. We started moving into the same building. I looked out the window at the sky (to the south, oddly enough) and saw the clouds rolling in quickly, looking only eery enough to hold rain, even though I knew it would be more like a tornado and worse. I followed my friends to the basement. One woman asked me "where's your coat?!" and I held up my arm because I was wearing a coat- my winter coat. Apparently she didn't think it was padded enough. They were all sitting in lawn chairs, facing the south wall of the basement. I thought it was odd placement, so I got down on my knees in the dirt behind one woman's chair, ready to cover my head. When I thought about the coat comment, I went to find some kind of padding, thinking I would appreciate some padding under my knees if I was going to be on them for awhile. I found some yellow foam that would work perfectly. I put two pieces under my knees and sat back down. The wind was getting louder. I was wishing Manuel was with me, even though I knew he was still upset with me. I decided to text him before it was too late. I sent "I LOVE YOU! HOPE TO SEE YOU IN HEAVEN!" I put my phone away and prepared for the worst.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Nazi Cheer Camp
I was sent to a Cheerleading camp. But this was no ordinary cheer-dance-stunt camp. It was more like a Nazi cheer camp. I didn't know that until I started hearing comments 'from the inside.' They seemed to treat me well, but there was something different. I got the vibe that they were up to no good.
I got up in the morning to get ready for the day. They had a strict system to follow. First, based on my size (I guess, I wasn't quite sure what the determiner was) I chose a door to a shower. I chose the first one that said "small," figuring I'm a small person; one would think the others would be "medium" and "large" or the equivalent, but that was not the case, though I don't remember what the other doors said. I saw a kid checking me out on my way in, so that was pretty flattering. Through the door, I went down this extremely steep staircase that sorta slanted into a ramp. I was afraid I was going to fall or slide right down it because the first step through the door was onto the staircase, but I managed to remain on my feet even though my shoes slid down the last few stairs. From there, I kept walking and I entered an open area with a low ceiling that was the shower. Based on what door you chose, it would spray you for a certain (short) length of time. I was sprayed, but I was weary of the whole cheer camp thing, so I kept walking, thinking I didn't want to participate. The next open area (room) was spray soap (think car wash). I bypassed that, and saw that there was another rinse room, and then a glitter room where you would get sprayed with confetti or something... because cheerleading = glitter, apparently. I watched some girls get covered in confetti/glitter, then I watched them try to figure out/trick the trip system (sensor) for spraying. It would automatically spray when someone walked through the room, but with several people in there at once, it stopped spraying. Many girls were walking through (to avoid it) now, so I walked through to climb up the stairs and out. Another girl was doing the same thing (it was kind of like climbing up a laundry shoot, except with stairs), so we tried to stay low and phony together. We made it back up, passed the area where they were doing a church worship time (since when does cheer camp incorporate worship? And what are they teaching?! Can we say "cult?") and into the hall leading back to our rooms. I was torn between hiding from everyone and just acting natural. I chose to go with 'acting natural' and made it safely back to my room to hide for the day, possibly in the closet, not sure. I was planning to text or call my mom or boyfriend to be like "cheer camp sucks! I think it's a Nazi camp!" but I didn't want to make them feel bad for sending me either, and didn't know how I would explain it.
I got up in the morning to get ready for the day. They had a strict system to follow. First, based on my size (I guess, I wasn't quite sure what the determiner was) I chose a door to a shower. I chose the first one that said "small," figuring I'm a small person; one would think the others would be "medium" and "large" or the equivalent, but that was not the case, though I don't remember what the other doors said. I saw a kid checking me out on my way in, so that was pretty flattering. Through the door, I went down this extremely steep staircase that sorta slanted into a ramp. I was afraid I was going to fall or slide right down it because the first step through the door was onto the staircase, but I managed to remain on my feet even though my shoes slid down the last few stairs. From there, I kept walking and I entered an open area with a low ceiling that was the shower. Based on what door you chose, it would spray you for a certain (short) length of time. I was sprayed, but I was weary of the whole cheer camp thing, so I kept walking, thinking I didn't want to participate. The next open area (room) was spray soap (think car wash). I bypassed that, and saw that there was another rinse room, and then a glitter room where you would get sprayed with confetti or something... because cheerleading = glitter, apparently. I watched some girls get covered in confetti/glitter, then I watched them try to figure out/trick the trip system (sensor) for spraying. It would automatically spray when someone walked through the room, but with several people in there at once, it stopped spraying. Many girls were walking through (to avoid it) now, so I walked through to climb up the stairs and out. Another girl was doing the same thing (it was kind of like climbing up a laundry shoot, except with stairs), so we tried to stay low and phony together. We made it back up, passed the area where they were doing a church worship time (since when does cheer camp incorporate worship? And what are they teaching?! Can we say "cult?") and into the hall leading back to our rooms. I was torn between hiding from everyone and just acting natural. I chose to go with 'acting natural' and made it safely back to my room to hide for the day, possibly in the closet, not sure. I was planning to text or call my mom or boyfriend to be like "cheer camp sucks! I think it's a Nazi camp!" but I didn't want to make them feel bad for sending me either, and didn't know how I would explain it.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Proposal Card
My boyfriend, Manuel had three enormous transformer-type space crafts that he had been flying and had landed in my parents' yard, so he went to put them away. He sent or left a postcard-size card for me with a "puzzle" on it. I had to study it for awhile to understand it- it had pictures of letters or objects shaped like letters that spelled out "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" backward. When I finally got it, I went speechless, then got really excited and started to cry! I showed my mom, who also took awhile studying it, and almost gave up because she couldn't get it. I gave her a hint that it was backward and she figured it out and got excited with me and hugged me. I went to find Manuel. When I saw him I held up the card (as if to say I read it & figured it out) and responded "Yes! I absolutely will!" and hugged him and cried. It didn't seem weird at the time, but there was no ring and he never got down on one knee. It was a little weird that he never actually said the words aloud (proposing).
After that, I was hungry from not eating supper yet, so I went to get a sandwich at Burger King. Manuel bought me a tendergrill, and the people that came in after us tried to cut in front of us in line. I kind of looked at them like, 'are you serious?' and they looked at me with their white-trash expressions like, 'yeah, we're serious.' A girl I later assumed to be their daughter was standing in front of me. I squeezed her sides to tickle her, and she squirmed and laughed. She didn't turn around, fortunately, because after I did it, I realized she wasn't with Manuel, she was someone I didn't know.
After that, I was hungry from not eating supper yet, so I went to get a sandwich at Burger King. Manuel bought me a tendergrill, and the people that came in after us tried to cut in front of us in line. I kind of looked at them like, 'are you serious?' and they looked at me with their white-trash expressions like, 'yeah, we're serious.' A girl I later assumed to be their daughter was standing in front of me. I squeezed her sides to tickle her, and she squirmed and laughed. She didn't turn around, fortunately, because after I did it, I realized she wasn't with Manuel, she was someone I didn't know.
Friday, July 13, 2012
NOwaii
My boyfriend, Manuel had just gotten back from a long vacation a week ago. I was supposed to go to Hawaii for a week for a choir trip... the next morning. I had forgotten about it, so I hadn't packed. I also hadn't told Manuel I was leaving! I was in the backseat of my mom's car when I realized this; we were driving down the gravel road just west of my parents' house. I tried to call Manuel right away to tell him, but he didn't answer. I told my mom that I hadn't told him yet, and she said, "ohhhh" in a very disappointed voice. I was devastated, as I hated the idea of leaving him for a week after he'd been gone so long on his own vacation and I missed him like crazy. Plus, I hated not being able to say goodbye, because we were scheduled to leave at 7:25 a.m.
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