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hoveringsombreroSo, yay. whatever.
I dreamed it was my wedding day.
Who was I to marry? It is a mystery. I couldn't figure out if was girl or couple,
and I don't think it was consistent in the dream besides.
But I wasn't in the Stockton house,
I do believe that I was in the house where Aunt Sandy shot herself.
Also, wow, thanks brain.
So my ride didn't show for some reason, which resulted in my first gf showing up.
Someone sent HER to give me a ride when things messed up.
Who invited her? Did I? ...WHY?
So, stuck in a car with her, she thinks we must catch up on things,
so in some weird chummy way she starts in on me about how terrible I was.
Even to the allegedly hitting her, hey every boyfriend around that time allegedly hit her,
why should I be left out, hey?
So, interminable car ride over, at big fancy house.
I have no idea what the plans are, I had memory that I kept trying to make sure everything was planned properly, but people kept telling me not to worry it was all taken care of. So I'm even in a ratty skirt and my ratty fake keds because they had also said all the clothing was going to be taken care of.
I walk through the door, ask what the plans are and where my clothes are and whomever I was talking to says "oh, you thought TODAY was suppose to be the wedding? This is just the pre-reception WE thought YOU were planning the wedding." I stare at person in shock, person says: "... well I suppose we can throw something together last minute then."
I'm lost, confused, and I'm angry, I wander about the place for a while, realise that everyone else (butme) thought it was a party, everybody's dressed normally. Possibly pizza will be ordered later.
After some time of trying to convince myself that this is ok, eris doesn't require large and fancy ... and planned and ... ok I'm mad, convincing doesn't work. So I don't need fancy, I would like plans to actually happen I'm told that they're happening, whatever this was it had been a few years in the planning and I didn't want to half-ass it like every other random spur of the moment thing I've done. This wasn't spur of the moment. Fuck this noise.
I find someone who is just a friend of a friend and doesn't really know who I am and talk them into taking me home. Once home I am unable to find one bathroom or closet in the damn house in which to hide. So I grab some blankets, and drag a card table into the kitchen (which apparently had a door which closes though there's an open bar bit), cover it with the blankets as to make cave, and hide underneath and cry like a baby.
I woke up with puffy eyes, seriously, WHAT THE FUCK.
Ok, now it's down on "paper" in words, get out of my head now.
I dreamed it was my wedding day.
Who was I to marry? It is a mystery. I couldn't figure out if was girl or couple,
and I don't think it was consistent in the dream besides.
But I wasn't in the Stockton house,
I do believe that I was in the house where Aunt Sandy shot herself.
Also, wow, thanks brain.
So my ride didn't show for some reason, which resulted in my first gf showing up.
Someone sent HER to give me a ride when things messed up.
Who invited her? Did I? ...WHY?
So, stuck in a car with her, she thinks we must catch up on things,
so in some weird chummy way she starts in on me about how terrible I was.
Even to the allegedly hitting her, hey every boyfriend around that time allegedly hit her,
why should I be left out, hey?
So, interminable car ride over, at big fancy house.
I have no idea what the plans are, I had memory that I kept trying to make sure everything was planned properly, but people kept telling me not to worry it was all taken care of. So I'm even in a ratty skirt and my ratty fake keds because they had also said all the clothing was going to be taken care of.
I walk through the door, ask what the plans are and where my clothes are and whomever I was talking to says "oh, you thought TODAY was suppose to be the wedding? This is just the pre-reception WE thought YOU were planning the wedding." I stare at person in shock, person says: "... well I suppose we can throw something together last minute then."
I'm lost, confused, and I'm angry, I wander about the place for a while, realise that everyone else (butme) thought it was a party, everybody's dressed normally. Possibly pizza will be ordered later.
After some time of trying to convince myself that this is ok, eris doesn't require large and fancy ... and planned and ... ok I'm mad, convincing doesn't work. So I don't need fancy, I would like plans to actually happen I'm told that they're happening, whatever this was it had been a few years in the planning and I didn't want to half-ass it like every other random spur of the moment thing I've done. This wasn't spur of the moment. Fuck this noise.
I find someone who is just a friend of a friend and doesn't really know who I am and talk them into taking me home. Once home I am unable to find one bathroom or closet in the damn house in which to hide. So I grab some blankets, and drag a card table into the kitchen (which apparently had a door which closes though there's an open bar bit), cover it with the blankets as to make cave, and hide underneath and cry like a baby.
I woke up with puffy eyes, seriously, WHAT THE FUCK.
Ok, now it's down on "paper" in words, get out of my head now.
