Last night, I dreamed I was getting married. I didn't wake up blissful, however, as I would have expected from such kind of dream. I woke up distraught and depressed.
Why? Because I was marrying someone I did not even know! I was to commit a lifetime with someone I have never even seen before! All I know (in my dream, of course) is that my parents like him and that they were the ones who arranged everything.
I came to the wedding late, wearing only church clothes. I remember feeling terrible, awkward, and wanting to cry, shout, or both. There was only a handful of people around us. Their faces did not register in my mind, although I know that they are ignorant of how I feel.
It was so weird! For the first time, I realized how terrible it would feel to marry someone other than the man I love now. It felt so...unreal.
When I told my roommate about it this morning, she immediately thought of some interpretation. So I asked her, "Do dreams really need interpretation?" Isn't the dream the answer itself?
