Another weird dream post.
Yeah, so when I was really young, like about three, I used to have a recurring dream about a witch taking me away to her creepy castle and making me lick stamps. I had this dream almost every night for around a year. I haven't ever had another recurring dream since, until recently.
Now this dream isn't the same every time. They are all pretty unique, but they all have the same basic premise. In these dreams, it is my wedding day. And something stressful always happens. It is never really a happy dream, but I'm always rushing around trying to solve a problem.
This doesn't happen every night, but maybe once a month or even less frequently. But they happen, and I always wake up not being able to get the dream off my mind.
The first time I had one of these dreams was this past May. In the dream, I was at a really small church, in my wedding dress about to get married. Weird thing was, there were fourteen brides, myself included. I knew all of these girls. They were all my age and I could tell you who about three of them were. But I know that I know all of them in real life. The stressor in this dream was that we couldn't remember the order we were supposed to get married in. It was a huge fiasco, and we were trying to find the piece of paper we had written the order on. I woke up before we figured it out.
That's another common thing in these dreams. The problem is never resolved.
A few months later, in the summer, I had another. This time, I was the only bride and I was getting married at First Baptist Albertville. The problem was that they had delivered the wrong kind of flowers, and for some reason I was really upset about this. Which is weird, because I know in the real world I probably wouldn't be so upset about something like flowers. I ran around the church in this dream trying to get the florist on the phone, but couldn't.
Another that I had that I remember was a couple months ago when I dreamed I was in an old fashioned bridal parlor and I was fixing my hair. The wedding was about to start and we were waiting for my dad. I called my dad on the phone and asked him where he was and got his voice mail that said he was in Mexico. That's when the problem of "What are we going to do" arose and never got solved.
So my most recent of these dreams was two nights ago. This one was different that the rest, because there was an actual to-be husband in it. This has never happened in a dream before. My husband is never in the dreams, nor is he mentioned. But this dream was different. It was really weird because he had a name too, a name that I know no one by. Now, I'm not saying that this is some sort of prophetic dream, because I know its not. The guy in the dream's name was Zach Rains. I woke up thinking, "I don't know anyone named Zach Rains." And then when I thought about it more, I realized where the name came from. See he looked like a cross between a guy I was in show choir with with the last name Rains and another guy I went to high school with named Zach (not Evans). This is a really weird combination of people. But anyway, the dream went something like this.
Me and dream Zach were packing our suitcases on our wedding day. We decided that it would be a good idea to pack before the ceremony so we could leave right after. But he wouldn't tell me where we were going, and I was getting frustrated. I asked if I needed scarves and he answered with "Maybe." I asked if I needed a bathing suit, "Maybe." I was getting so angry and I just packed literally my entire closet in a suitcase. So me and dream Zach are just packing and I'm still trying to get him to tell me where we are going for our honeymoon, when this old man in a wheelchair comes in.
We stop and look at him. He tells us that we've missed out own wedding. It was over, done. Everyone was already back at their homes. I was so mad, but I was more worried. We had missed our wedding. What were we going to do? Do we still go on our trip? If we missed the wedding, are we still not married? Can we get married in the mystery location we are about to head to. Then I started walking around the house we were in (that I have never seen before in my life) worrying about what to do. After while of worrying, I woke up.
I don't know, these dreams are always so weird. Pretty dumb, but weird because they keep happening.
Haha, yeah ok bye.
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