Back Again
And Des, I'm going to play listener for you tonight, whether you like it or not. :p :)
I'm not worried about you anymore, but I do wanna help you, bud.

Wedding Nightmare
OK, show of hands--how many people did I just freak out with that title? Mmm? Heh, thought so.
Anyways, no, I'm not getting married. Thank God, and I mean that after the nightmare I had on it last night. Though...the end left me with something to think about. >.<

So all I remember really is this:
I was getting married to Ricky. Now, all I remember about Ricky was going to middle school with him (which is actually a dream mistake--IRL, I only went to 4th and 5th grade with him) and that, although he was my friend, he was really annoying (his nickname used to be "Screech"). So here I am about to go off to the church and I remember his...essence?...shining with a genuine "I'll be good, I'm better now" sort of shine.

Then I wake up, wonder, and drift back off to sleep.

I'm being asked to get married, except this time it's--get this--a demon ghost. And despite his reputation, he's actually doing everything he can to make me feel happy. So the attention's great, his devotion to me is warming, and I guess I get caught off guard when he asks me to marry him. O_o I instantly feel regret for agreeing, but say nothing.
Day of the wedding, and he offers to drive me to church. I turn it down, telling him I'll take my blue scooter. (?!?) I remember going on the MixMaster with the scooter and falling asleep while driving, but I make it to the church ok. The whole way up there, all I can think about is how many people will be there, how much money was spent, and it's a sort of rationalization that I just can't back out of the marriage.

I get to the church and the front hall looks like the hall of my old house, except the kitchen is removed and there are a set of stairs in place of the kitchen leading down to the ground level of the church. I stare at all the people waiting down there, and I see my immediate family smiling at me. I also dream-sense the ghost for a moment. I try to rationalize it once more, "he's been so good to me, he's so kind, I'll never meet anyone as nice as this ever again," but I know something's missing. I find my mom and pull her to one side.

"Mom?"
"What's wrong, Ginny?"
"If I called off the wedding right now, there'd be a lot of people mad."
"Yes, there would." She crosses her arms. She knows what's coming.
I use my rationalization again. Mom stops me and says, "You're missing something."
"I am?"
Mom says, "You aren't in love with him, are you?"
And this funny ache just hits right in the middle of my heart--Mom scores a bullseye. It's worse as I picture exactly who I wanted to marry. What's even worse about that is that...I guess...he's the one I want IRL, too. (Sorry, I'm never telling any of you, unless you're the guy and by some wild chance I do marry you some day.)

Mom sighs real patiently. "You need to do what you need to do, Ginny."
And my alarm goes off.

Eh, I think this dream was just another one of those memory dumps. I was talking to a customer yesterday, and she was telling me about her marriage, how her mom wanted a big fancy one and the customer managed to get away with a tiny one. Yeah, memory dump, that's all.
*growls* Great, it'll be sticking with me all day now. >.>