A quick wedding

My friend J was getting married for the second time. She was very laidback about it while everyone else was panicking about getting things ready.
The night before the wedding, I ran into her in a shop where she was trying on this hideous poofy, turquoise and red dress. I was aghast that that a) she hadn't bought her wedding dress the night before the wedding and b) that she would think of buying such a hideous dress.

I marched her up to the nearest bridal shop, thanking our lucky stars that there are so many of them here. On arrival however it seemed that there was only one rack of dresses and they were all a bit grubby. So we left and hurried on to the next one.
Here we had slightly more luck. It seemed that there were hardly any dresses that were decent left but she managed to find a couple that she liked and then took ages to decide which one she wanted.
She finally decided on a brocade, two piece corset and skirt outfit that I had secretly been hoping she would choose.

Somehow it was then time for the wedding - it seemed shopping had taken all night.

People were milling around outside and people were wondering what to do with J's youngest son so I took him with me (even though I'd never met him before so he didn't know me from Adam) and slipped into a pew in the back.
Looking around, I saw my brothers there and to my surprise, J's ex brother in law. He had the eldest with him.

J came in and walked up the aisle, the vicar started all the marriage bit. Then my brother whispered to me that he thought it a bit odd that J was getting married again. I whispered back that it was a bit odd, they'd only been together five minutes, and she hadn't been split up from her husband all that long. then felt like a bad friend.
Then started wondering how she had managed to get divorced so quickly and realised she hadn't.
That's when I realised it was a dream and woke up.

To go or not to go?

I was in Bridport, staying with my family, and realised it was time to take my tablet. I scrabbled around in my bag, moving all the junk out of the way, which seemed to multiply the longer I looked. I finally realised that I must have left them at home.
This was a major disaster as I'm on a drug trial (in real life, not just the dream) and the tablet has to be taken at the same time everyday.

With a sight I knew that I would have to go home and get them. This was not a pleasant thought as home was 2 hours away to get there and then 2 hours to get back.
But it had to be done.

So I climbed into the bus after successfully trying to persuade B to come back with me.

Halfway home I started wrestling with myself; if I was going all the way back home just to get my pills, wouldn't it be easier to just stay there and not go back to Brid? But then I'd have to tell the family that I wasn't coming back and they might be upset. But I was only staying for a couple more days and then coming home anyway.

And so the internal monologue went on. I'm so indecisive that I was still trying to make up my mind when I woke up

Baby alert

Horrifying dream last night - I had a baby. Ugh.
My dream self took it all in her stride though - total competence, not a step missed. You'd have thought I'd picked it up in the supermarket.
It was a boy by the way.

The biggest problem I had was picking a name. I didn't want anything boring but I didn't want anything too outlandish either. And I kept saying that my dad would never forgive me if I named him something odd. I like the name Lorcan but wasn't sure so I decided to ask the baby which name he liked.
I reeled off names to him while looking for a sign that he liked it. Finally, when I suggested the name 'Tam' he got very excited and waved his arms around so I knew he wanted that as his name.

I'd had my friend C with me all the time so I decided to honour him by giving the baby his name as a middle name - Tam Clive. Then decided it only worked if 'Tam' became 'Tamlyn'.
But this was too girly for me so 'Tam' stayed as and the middle name became Sebastian. Absolutely no idea why.

I was still deciding if this was the right name when I woke up. And then shuddered.

The perfect shirt

I was in a shop looking for a blue check shirt, sifting though all these nasty ones on one of those rails that spins round.
Then I found it, the perfect - and I mean perfect - shirt. Right material, right colour, right check size, everything. But as soon as I went to grab it, it moved on the rail. I kept trying to grab it and ending up with one of the nasty ones.

So I'm chasing this shirt round the rail getting really frustrated because I'd finally found the perfect one and it wouldn't let me have it.

I really need to find the perfect blue checked shirt now so I can stop dreaming about it.

I believe I can fly

Last night I dreamed I could fly. This is nothing new for me, it's a recurring theme which possibly reflects my sense of feeling trapped.

What's peculiar though is the way I do it. No graceful zipping through the air like Superman, or flapping of elegant wings like a fairy.

No, I fly by launching myself into the air and keeping myself afloat by doing the breastroke. Yep, you read that right, I use the breastroke to fly. And I have to do it really fast to gain height. Talk about ungainly.



Imagine this in mid air

Runaway wedding

In last night's dream, Bridget Regan was my mate. Wishful thinking I know.
But anyway, we were fairly new friends and as girls do, we were chatting about men. I was telling her all about the great features of some of the men I know when we cam across them, and she was on the lookout for a bit of new romance.

We were hanging out in an old building - who knows why - and I introduced her to my friend P. They clicked immediately, which was nice to start with.
After a couple of hours though I was getting annoyed because they had both deserted me and were holed up in a room talking in whispers and hiding behind sheets. Nothing dirty, just the kind of thing you do when you're a kid and you're really, really close to someone.

The next thing I know, P and Bridget are holding hands and giggling and making their way out of the house. They didn't say a word to anyone, just vanished, after changinf clothes into something a bit smarter.

I was a bit peeved at having been left out and deserted by my two friends so I turned to P's mum and dad, who just sort of magically appeared, and asked if they knew what was going on.

I don't know why I thought they would know since they hadn't spoken to either P or Bridget, but anyway, I asked.

His mum told me, completely nonchalantly, that they had run off to get married. That she could tell by the way they looked.

I was gobsmacked at this, especially since they had only met a couple of hours before but P's parents didn't seem to think it was a big deal at all!

I was even more peeved then, that they would just run off like that without telling me and was feeling a bit stroppy.

And then I woke up. Still feeling stroppy

Non family gathering

I went to what I thought was a family party and was a bit bemused to see a load of friends from Brid there. I was a little scared at the thought I might actually be related to half of Brid.
We were all camping in a field next door and they had left a tiny space right at the top for me to put my tent up.
I wasn't at all happy about this cos it was too far for me to walk and I kept falling over people's stuff so I went down to sit in the foyer (the family member's house was like a castle).
I was even more bemused when P and J from America walked in! And I know I'm not related to them.
I was a bit startled to say the least and more so when P produced a blender to make milkshakes. Only he used yogurt, whipped cream, chocolate mousse, ice cream and some kind of food colouring to make it.

Maybe I was really hungry last night...