I am not much of a dreamer. I’m pretty much out once my head hits the pillow. Or the couch arm.
But recently I had the same dream twice.
I use the word dream loosely because it wasn’t very long.
It was like a scene from my not so far away future.
The first time I saw it pretty quickly; the second time not as quickly but more vividly.
I’d actually like to call these ‘dreams’ a ‘hallucination while sleeping’ since I was sweating to death in my sleep. (I always need something to blame.)
Anyway, both times, it was very clear I was getting married. For reals.
And by getting married I knew I was getting married. I didn’t see myself in some off white (tradition people, tradition!) number. And I didn’t see the invitation.
But both times I saw Natalie in what looked like a flower girl dress.
A white one with a purple ribbon.
She was standing in front of other little girls. And other women.
All gathered on a lawn. Found at a house in Hilton Head.
Yes, as in Hilton Head, South Carolina.
This New Yorker (who loves Hilton Head so much it was talked about on their local morning shows and newspapers) was getting married in the South. Nah Uh!
The first time, that’s where the dream ended.
I did think it was a bit odd that there was no sign of my boys.
After I got over the fact I was getting married.
The second time the dream it was much clearer.
Natalie was seven. It was August 2010. And I was getting married. For the third time.
This dream was a little scary. A little exciting. A tiny bit funny.
Why?
Because I actually had the thoughts “But Blogher is in August next year how can I ask my friends to go to Hilton Head after already being in New York?!” and “But Kelly goes back to work in August how is she going to be one of my bridesmaids?!”
As I decided to make my fake wedding work, I came up with a solution to just have everyone in town for Blogher get on a tiny plane and spend the evening on a beach in the Hamptons for the wedding and return them in the morning in time for their session on Breastfeeding while Blogging or whatever was happening that day.
So I was going with the dream.. making fake plans in my head and giggling at myself because in reality I’m not getting married. Even told my mother about the dream. And I smiled and giggled.
Until I went to look up my dream and saw this –
This dream may be a form of wish-fulfillment for some people. However, it usually symbolizes the joining of many parts of self. This dream may be a negative omen. That it generally represents the coming of grief and maybe death.
I checked a few other dream interpretation sites. And they were all the same. I’m going to keel over.
Since I’m going to be dead next summer, I might as well go out with a bang.
I’m taking the filter down off this here blog. Consider this your TMI alert.
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Next stop… Breakfast with my friend (finally back in town!) Christie in Union Square, retail therapy afterwards and then some career stuff I’ve been trying to not think about.
Car Song – White Wedding by Billy Idol “Nice day to start again…”
