I had an interesting dream last night. I was packed and ready to go home for Christmas break, and put my bag (with, you know, 95% of the clothes I own) in a car and went out on the town for a while. When I got back to the car, my bag had been stolen. For some reason, I knew it involved the mafia or a gang or something, and then I think I was kidnapped by them? Not sure. But weird things were happening and I eventually made it onto the train home, still without my bag.
Out the window of the train, I saw a sort of place that would have been a big car junkyard, but it was full of luggage. A luggage junkyard. I freaked out, thinking my bag might be there, so we stopped the train and made a bunch of people search for it. Nobody could find it, so I relented and everybody got back on the train and we left. Still no bag.
I made it home okay, and went to bed. I woke up the next morning and decided Daniel and I should get married, you know, because he was coming in on the train that night and we could totally get married the next morning.
That day was spent getting everything together, ordering food and decorations and decorating the house and having a rehearsal dinner. At one point, I freaked out because I realized that I didn’t have a wedding dress to wear, and my mom told me to just go to my closet and find something else that looked nice. I protested because, remember, my whole bag of clothes had gotten stolen before I even left. I managed to find a nice white skirt with pretty pink and green flowers on it and decided I would wear that. Then I had to find underwear, and the only ones I could find had ruffles all over the butt. Big ruffles. I put them on anyway and it was SO OBVIOUS that I had stupid ruffly underwear. I dug around in the drawer some more and finally found an acceptable pair that wouldn’t show through my skirt.
I was so excited! We were getting married! We didn’t even have rings but I figured that’d be okay, I could find some to use in the ceremony and then we could get real ones later. Then Daniel calls: “Hey, apparently the train was going to change times or something, and they called, but I was on the phone with Tori [his stepsister] and didn’t get the call. So I’m not leaving for another couple of days.”
I burst into tears.
He was obviously baffled, and I tried to suck it up and make it seem like everything was fine, because I didn’t want him to know that I had this whole wedding thing planned out and he WASN’T GOING TO BE THERE FOR IT.
I went crying to my mom, like, “Daniel’s not coming to our wedding! Waaaahhhh! His train won’t come in for another couple of days! Waahh hahhhh hahhhhh! We were going to get MARRIED! WAHHHHHHH!”
And then I woke up.
The ruffly underwear still cracks me up.