Monday, October 13, 2008
The horrible dream continues...
Well here’s some advice don’t tell people things that you won't like their comments on. So I told my one friend about my dream and she replied that perhaps my biggest fear in life is being content with marrying a man but knowing that I deserve better. This made sense and she continued that the other day I had been saying that I cannot believe that some women settle for less than they deserve. However my horrible dream continued when we joined up with some other friends. I told them my horrible dream and the one responded by saying, “You really need to stop harping on about your love life, get over him, go to friars and hook up with some random and be a skank”. I was like, “who are you talking about?” I mean I’m over my ex and I’ve been to Friars and had my rebound fun and actually it wasn’t after anyone from Friars that I got over him it was from another city and this was months ago. I was really mad now, how dare my friends laugh at my dreams. I hit back hard and discovered that it’s because her rebounds from Friars have not helped her get over her ‘lover’. I’m still lost as to the meaning of my dream so I am about to phone my mother and if she cannot give me clarity at least I can bitch at her for choosing funeral songs for my wedding!
Labels: dream, friends, horrible
Posted by Tough LOve at 6:22 AM
My most horrible dream ever!
I don’t think I have ever been as relieved to wake up as I was this morning; this after having the most horrible dream of my life. It was not a nightmare because it was not scary in the conventional sense. I was getting married. The day that should have been a fantastic day and a beautiful dream was horrible (I really do not have a better word to use since I do not have the vast vocabulary of my English lecturer). I was wearing this R80,00 dress from an alleyway store. That would have been fine with me but I was marrying a man who didn’t love me. I hardly knew him, I mean I saw him in my dream but I don’t know him and I’m not attracted to him. He has ugly teeth. They started the wedding march and I began my walk down the aisle but I was called back as my groom was not ready yet. The bride is supposed to be late. When I eventually did make my walk he was not standing at the altar, Oh and my dad was not walking me down the aisle? My mom had chosen the music and it was all funeral songs. Then halfway through the wedding it was like people were ignoring me on MY day, even as I tried to cuddle up to my groom he kind of moved away. This isn’t what made my dream horrible. What made it horrible is that I was okay with all of this. I mean I felt perfectly content, almost happy, to be marrying a man who didn’t love me. I have to ask people what my dream means.
Labels: dream, horrible, wedding
Posted by Tough LOve at 6:20 AM