I’m in this huge church for a wedding. Not mine.
This guy I liked (known on this blog as Real Nice Guy – read here to refresh your memory) is getting married to some girl named Vanessa.
I’m also sitting in a pew in the middle of the church, wearing a gold-ish coloured dress that, in real life, was lent to me by a friend of mine when I went to an event over three weeks ago.
The strange thing is, a lot of my friends are at this wedding. Not just the ones who actually know him … but friends who have never, ever met him. And a lot of them are women.
And they aren’t sitting in the pews facing the altar as I was. They’re sitting on these long benches – I guess they’re pews, too -but they’re in an L-shape against the wall of the church, on my left … so some of them are facing the same direction of the altar, and some of them are seated to face the congregation, but from the side.
What’s even stranger is that I seemed to be the only one dressed for the occasion (although I don’t remember looking around me). My friends are all wearing clothes they might wear to work – sweater vests, tweed pants, shiny polyester blouses, etc.
I can kind of see the guy at the front, but he was slightly obscured by whomever else is up at the altar.
Minutes before the ceremony starts, I remember needing to leave. I don’t remember why. Maybe my cell phone is ringing. I do remember feeling a sense of urgency, and mental debate with myself as to whether I should stay put, or get up and risk losing my seat (because there are a lot of people).
Whatever it was, I end up getting up – and leaving the church. I never return for the start of the ceremony. I never see the bride walk down the aisle or my friend/crush tie the knot. I just leave. All I remember from this dream is that I am outside.
I guess I don’t go to the reception either, because later on in the dream, one of my oldest friends (who’s never actually met this guy) calls my cell to tell me about the nicest reception for two of the most deserving people.
I don’t remember what I said. But I do remember telling her I just couldn’t stay. It was something about the way I say it.
I don’t remember being upset. But the way I said I couldn’t stay, it wasn’t so much in an I-had-something-to-take-care-of-couldn’t-wait tone of voice as it was in an I-just-couldn’t-bear-to-watch-had-to-get-out-of-there tone of voice.
Then I remember getting ready to go to this restaurant, which is where I guess they’re holding a party after the wedding reception. Sometime after that, I wake up.
I have no idea what this means.
If I were to believe what I read online today, it’s either a new beginning or transition in my life (Lord knows what that is), or a death and a funeral (which may not be too off the mark, since I heard about one recently).
Either way, it’s been bothering me for a good part of the day.