Yesterday I was mildly complaining to Rodney that I had not had a dream in the past week or so, and the ones that I did have I could only remember bits and pieces of it. Well, I think last nights dream quite makes up for the ones I missed... Anyways, here's my dream:

I was standing in a very elaborate and modern chapel, in the bride's room, looking out from this immense window onto the people that were arriving at my wedding. There were several bridesmaid fixing my hair (and I must note that my wedding gown was *gorgeous*!) and Whitney walked up to stand beside me. I looked down to where the man that would soon be my husband was greeting our guests as they came into the chapel and sighed. But instead of feeling happy at the sight of him, I was terribly sad.

Whitney frowned and said, "Are you really sure about this? I have a really bad feeling."

I looked over at her and forced a smile, saying that I was very sure about this, and that I truly did love that man. Of course she didn't appear convince and just rolled her eyes and walked away.

Just then there I saw someone down below walking towards the chapel and my heart got all fluttery at the sight of him. He, too, looked terribly sad about this whole wedding, yet he shook my fiance's hand and smiled and laughed with him like it was the best thing that ever happened.

There was a knock on the door then and I turned around (by now all my bridesmaids had mysteriously disappeared and I was alone in the room). I opened the door and a gentlemen walked in and held out a large book to me, saying that one of the guests had insisted that it be brought to me immediately as an early wedding present. So I took the book and went and sat down on a couch that had appeared suddenly at the window and opened the book. Inside were millions of hand-written in calligraphy poems that were written just for me. In the center of the book was a blue rose that had been pressed tightly between the pages... But the strange thing about it, is that it was not dried out or anything. It still had all of its vibrant color left.

So I looked out again and saw the man that I knew had given it to me (the one that had appeared so sad when he walked up) and I broke down crying. (Have you ever realized how much I cry in these bloody dreams?! Maybe it's because I suppress the tears in real life and have to have some way to get them out... ::shrugs:: Whatever. )

So then all of a sudden Whitney was standing there again beside me and she said, "He just wants to marry you so he can get you in bed. You know that, right? You have only known each other for three months, Angela! How on earth can you marry a guy you've only known for three months?"

And I looked up at her and said, "Because he's the only one that would take me."

All of a sudden the scene shifted and we were in the chapel and the preist was making us say our vows. I kept glancing out at the audience and looking towards the man that had given me the book of poetry, but he refused to meet my eyes and instead just stared straight ahead.

So of course on the part "Speak now or forever hold your peace..." you know exactly what happened. I snapped... I yelled, "Stop!" and everyone in the audience gasped and started whispering. I turned to them and tried to get them to listen to me by yelling over their voices. "I'm sorry, but I must make a confession... I am in love with another man!" Of course this only brought on louder talking and shocked exclamations.

My fiance grabbed me roughly and turned me to face him saying, "What do you mean 'you love another man'? You mean you don't love me?!"

I was suddenly very afraid. "No, I do love you... It's just my love for you is different than my love for..." and I looked out at that man in the audience and this time he was looking at me with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, but I'm in love with _____ . " (I can't remember what his name was to save my life!)

And of course now the whole congregation is flying into an uproar. My fiance cursed me and struck me across the face so that I fell to the ground with the force of the blow. Then he lunged at me but I kicked him in the face with my high-heeled shoe. (See? I knew those things would come in handy!)
Then I jumped up and ran from the chapel.

Again the scene shifted and I was running through something that looked like a park with lots of modern art and statues every where at night. I could hear people running after me and screaming and such, but I didn't turn back. I would hide behind a tree or a piece of art or something as they ran by, and then I started running again. (However, during all this running my dress did not get in the way or torn or dirty once! Go figure!)

So this went on for a long time and I ran past several couples walking in the park that regarded me like I was crazy... (Now don't laugh because this next part is really strange and out of no where, but I figured it might have symbolic meaning...eh, or it might just be my own crazy imagination.)....

Suddenly I was stopped by a hippie-man and he held out his hand to me and said, "Come. You can hide with me and my friends... We've rented out a hotel room that will be perfect to hide in."

Of course I was like "Not even!" and I started running again. (You know my feet had to be killing me running like this in those high-heeled shoes.)

So I was running and runnning and running and all of a sudden I ran straight into someone. I tried to pull back but they grabbed me by the shoulders and I looked up to see that it was the man from the wedding that had given me the blue rose. The one I had proclaimed that I loved.

We heard voices coming closer and he pulled me into a thick cluster or trees so that we could hide. I was holding onto him like my life depended on it, and again I was quietly crying. So he sat down with his back against the tree and pulled me into his arms as we heard the voices drawing closer. Strangely enough though I felt nothing but complete peace and calm as he wrapped me in his arms.

After awhile the voices went on, yet neither one of us moved from where we sat. Instead, he only held me tighter and whispered "I love you" and I returned the endearment.

And of course then I woke up...