Dream interpretation please!

Picture this if you will –

I had a dream the other night about my wedding day, but not necessarily my Dream Wedding Day.

First off, my hair was what I don’t do with it because of my wide face and large forehead. It was half up, slicked back, with ringlets. Picture Laura Ingall’s nemesis Nellie Olsen, but worse. Flattering – no. Secondly, my dress reminded me of my Peaches-and-Cream Barbie except it was white. Again, not my choice if this was my actual dream wedding. I don’t remember the colors of the bridesmaids dresses, but I’m pretty sure they were a color close to nauseating.

Speaking of bridesmaids – all of the bridesmaids were my soon-to-be-husband’s exes and close girl friends. None of them liked me. I didn’t find them too appealing either. Lots of rolling of the eyes and looks of disdain. 

Big Problem – I couldn’t ever figure out who my soon-to-be-husband was. Have no idea what his name was. All of the groomsmen (and groom) looked the same. All about 5’7″ (the non-statistical average height of a male in Colorado Springs) and all with crew cuts and acne scarring. They just kept staring at me. I’m not sure if it was my hair – which I decided to take down 5 minutes before the ceremony – the glittery dress, or the look of shock and disbelief and terror on my face.

One piece of this dream that made the slightest bit of sense was the fact that I wanted to see the groom before the ceremony. This is something that I want to do before my actual wedding, and so this part actually fit into my plans, hopes and dreams for the Big Day. The only issue was the fact that I was telling all of this to my wedding coordinator who happened to be…

Asiago Ben.

Remember him?

The manager from Panera. The married one that just doesn’t wear a ring or mention his wife, but sits and chats and compliments and winks.

Asiago was wearing a fedora and taking down all notes regarding my wedding day, very intently might I add. I wasn’t a bit thrown off in the dream. Tomorrow, when I walk into Panera and see him, I will have issues. But night before last, it fit well with the overall ridiculousness of  dreamland.

Also, it was muddy. So muddy in fact, that we all hungout in a Tour Bus/RV until it was time for the ceremony. As time went by in the Tour Bus/RV the groom (my future husband) kept getting shorter. And I kept thinking – this isn’t right, this isn’t right, I can’t do this, this is all wrong, don’t look at me like that, my hair is gross, too much tulle…and above all WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!??

The time comes for me to see the groom before the ceremony. I’m less than thrilled.

I trudge through the mud with my dress hiked up and see the “love of my life” walking towards me, out of a barn by the way. He brought his best bud with him for some reason – moral support? Call for back-up? As I’m walking towards him, he is getting even shorter – I am not. All 6’1″ of me approaches my groom – an Ultimate Fighting Champion midget. I kid you not!!!!!!!!!!!! He was ripped too! He had a huge gold belt on and was downing an energy drink. His buddy was a dud, but my soon-to-be-hubster was legendary.

We then agreed to call everything off. Neither of us were too torn-up with the ways things turned out.

And then I woke up. Traumatized. I’ve been dealing with this ever since. Any interpretations are welcome. Trust me, this one threw me for a loop. Way more meaning than just me becoming “youier.”

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Joshua O'Dell
    Oct 13, 2010 @ 22:33:50

    Dude… I could get into dream interpretations and drop the Freud bomb, but that stuff is a bunch of hooey. This dream is awesome. I love a good, vivid dream. It makes you remember how awesome your mind really is.

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  2. Katie
    Oct 15, 2010 @ 06:39:49

    Oh my gosh, J…I’m laughing so hard that there are tears in my eyes. Seriously – I want this in a book where I can read it everytime I’m feeling down. Best.dream.ever.

    Also, I had a dream that I got all sots of botox last night from William Shatner. If you find an dream interpreter…send him to me.

    (Oh, one more thing – I’m sure there is a more appropriate place for this than your blog – but Meeker and I are coming down on Saturday – tomorrow- to take my parents out to dinner at Il Vicino for their anniversary. We’d love to have you join us! 6pm)

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