Sunday, June 19, 2011
One night a few years ago I dreamed of a story that I needed to draw. It was about a young woman who was lonely until she met a young man. They fell in love and were later married. One day the woman found out she was pregnant and they were both very happy. The day she went into labor her husband died. As she held her newborn daughter, the woman grieved the death of her husband.
I dreamed we were getting married. It was awful. We were in a church and not a lot of people showed up. We had some old man usher instead of his brothers and none of our people came. There were people there, but I never recognized them. I was angry but I was putting up with most of it, until it was time to walk down the aisle. My dad wasn't there to walk me and they played the wedding march. It was the last straw. I stopped the wedding, but somehow the license was signed. We hurried across the street to a bank to get it annulled because I didn't want to be married until I had the wedding I wanted. I thought about a new wedding and looked up planners and decided the real one would be small and we'd invite just a few people and get a Safeway cake or something.