Saturday, January 05, 2008

Journey Along A Pew-Lined Aisle to the Center of the Mind

You know when your subconscious likes to manifest your concerns and insecurites? It really can suck many unsavory things.

Last night I had a wedding dream. I'll keep it in the "dream" category rather than the "nightmare" category because there were no truly dangerous or utterly horrifying aspects, just things that would really piss me off in real life. Firstly, the ceremony was being held at a church - and not even a Baptist or Catholic church (either of which would make some sense, if we were having a church wedding), but a Lutheran church (from what I could scrape together from my own experience with Lutherans). Secondly, the place was packed. Friends, family, extended family two or three times removed, and even complete strangers were filling the aisles. Thirdly, I looked down to find that I was wearing a dress that I wouldn't ever pick for myself. Before I could be fully stressed about my wardrobe situation, the wedding march started to play. The wedding march is not on my list of music for the ceremony, but for whatever reason, I made my way awkwardly to the front of the church. About halfway to my destination I realized that Dennis was MIA, so I detoured to the nearest familiar face to start freaking out. A short while later he shows up, wearing a t-shirt, stained jeans, and a hoodie, like he had just come from work. I threw in the towel right then, postponing the ceremony until it could be done right. Dennis and I managed to get away from the horde of guests, but then some chick (whom it appears Dennis had dated years ago) shows up and basically tries to molest him right in front of me, despite objections from both of us.

It doesn't take a degree in psychology to recognize that this was just an extreme projection of almost everything I don't want to happen at my wedding, but going through the experience was still somewhat stressful (at least while I was asleep). Next time I'll probably post some insight into societal views (or at least the portion of society that could give a crap) on marrying at a "young" age.