Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Forever Hold Your Peace. Or not.

I woke up this morning and was really surprised. Somehow I had severely bruised my forearm while I was sleeping. Turns out it wasn't a bruise. Here's the story.

I dreamt that Andrew and I were hanging out somewhere when he suddenly informed me that he was getting married that day. To some girl. I was shocked and surprised, and hadn't quite gotten all the wheels turning before she arrived. Then our families arrived- not Andrew and his bride's families, his family and my family. (Why would my family be there? Were they invited to what they thought was my wedding, but really wasn't? Or did they know he was going to marry someone else- without even breaking up with me first- and they wanted to be there to support me?)

Then all their guests started arriving. And I had to put on some dress and arrange flowers! Then his mom made a speech about how wonderful What's Her Name is, and everything that she said was the opposite of me, as if she was subtly saying, 'I'm so glad Andrew isn't marrying Theresa.'

Then I woke up. Because I was so upset that through the dream I had been (in real life) biting my lip so hard that I punctured it. I had been resting my head on my arm, and that's why I mistook my blood for a bruise. (Too gross? Sorry!)

I fell back asleep, or half asleep, later, and the dream picked up where it left off, except that we got to the part where you say your piece or hold it forever, and I was like, 'No! What is this? What's wrong with you? He didn't even break up with me! He can't marry her! This is wrong! And why are you all acting like it isn't weird?!' I was really offended that everyone expected me to keep my cool. But mostly I was upset that my boyfriend was just up and marrying some ho.

She was that girl who you really really don't like, everything about her bugs you, but she never does anything mean or underhanded or negative in any way, so you can't tell someone why you wish she'd fall in a puddle of mud. And everyone just thinks you're jealous- but then at the end of the movie you find out she was a spy or something and you were right not to trust her! Ah ha!

Anyway. It was a weird night, to say the least.

1 comments:

Michaela Christine said...

Tee, I really want to find the pictures of your apartment. Do you at least kind of remember what month and year they might have been posted in? I've looked through a few blogs, and I can't find them :( p.s. I love you!