Sunday, June 19, 2011
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.