Wedding dream?

Well, with my recent thought that Matt might not be committed to me quite as much as I am to him has brought about a lot of sad feelings, but thanks to my dear friend Charlie (aka: Senshi), I've realized that I can do is just love him, so that has put me at ease to worry about other things (like finding a job *sigh*). But last night I had a very interesting dream.

I dreamt that I was part of some weird Egyptian type ritual that my group of classmates (although not any classmates that I could recognize here in the real world). I don’t remember much of this part of the dream, only that I was put in charge of making some of the decorations, and I remember the thought of having to prove to my “classmates” that I was indeed worth something.

From there, the dream sort of morphed the story a bit because before I knew it the ritual that I was a part of soon turned into my weird wedding to Matt, and my classmates had turned into friends and family. It also took a turn to changing into an Indiana Jones type adventure because the “temple” was falling apart. I got separated from the rest of the group though, and found myself wondering into an ally trying to find where everyone went. It was your typical scary, dangerous-for-a-woman-to-walk-down type ally. Very unnerving! But I knew that on the other side was the rest of the city, and Matt, so I had to push though. However the deeper down the ally I went the creepier, and darker things became till I came to a display type window with a deep ledge covered in some sort of spider-like cacoon-ish type thing. And upon further investigation of the thing, it promptly took on the shape of a nude, bald woman, covered in a blood soaked, fleshy material, and howled in pain at me with its featureless face. Needless to say that scared the bajesus outta me and I took to walking to the other side of the ally. That is until I ran into a rather tall looking black man who was very dark skinned and wearing a stereotypical New Orleans Jazz musician style clothing, complete with that funny, round top hat. The ally behind this man was completely dark, but there was a stare way leading up to a lighted building to his right, my left. Heading my mother’s advice not to deal with strangers, I proceeded to go up the stairway, because if there was a back to this building, there must be a front. The Jazzman gave me a polite, but very creepy smile as he slowly eyed me going up the stairs holding his jazz clarinet.

The inside of the building turned out to be a very surreal type of maze with water leaking everywhere the color of the pink slime that was in Ghostbusters II, and weird slides all over the place. I remember this part of the dream turning into some sort of 2D, 8 bit, Super Mario type of view. I had to go over things, and through things all while having to dodge these “enemies.” But some how I made it out of that building and there was Matt. Needless I was super glad to see him! Our mothers were there too. From there the four of us went to Chili’s and ate nothing worth remembering. I remember mentioning to Matt, though, that “our wedding didn’t feel ‘official’ to me because I had no ring.” From there they took us to Barnes & Nobles. My mom was of course proud that her daughter had gotten married and thus wanted to give me something. I was hoping for her to give me her old wedding ring that had been passed down to her from granny. But instead after looking for a long time she gave me some worthless book that was some sort of self-guidance book. I faked being grateful, as I usually do when I get those kinds of gifts, and meet back up with Matt and his mom that had given him an equally useless gift in their car.

The rest of the dream consisted mainly of Matt and I looking for our wedding rings. We tried looking for rings at the normal ritzy sort of places that are those dime a dozen sorts of places, but nothing of the likes that we could afford, or of the style that I really cared for. So, we ended up finding out about this old antique sort of place so we both went there, but found nothing. However the did have a computer there, so I ended up looking at some Amazon type website and found several rings that I liked that were both his and hers matching ones, and with a very reasonable price tag to boot! So we bought a pair that we both liked on the site, and went to leave. The thing was the exit was an entrance back into that creepy back ally. This time around though, it wasn’t so bad because I had Matt there with me. The lady thing screamed at us again, and the Jazzman was there to greet us as we went up that staircase. The maze was equally as weird this time. And by the time we got out of that maze ---- I woke up.



There are a few thing in this dream that are apparent, my love for Matt, my lack of self security, and perhaps a bit of my shadow element in there too. And some familiar themes of my feelings towards my fellow, well not so “fellow” any more, 3D classmates, and the “moms-will-be-moms” attitude of frustration and deep love that I have for my mother. This of course telling me that I am still coming to terms with, or am still working out my feelings towards these common events and feelings that are present in my life right now.

In the case of the wedding and the missing rings. I believe that in this particular dream, they are manifestations about my resolve of my hesitation and concern for him loving me, and having that weight just recently lifted which, in my opinion, has brought us closer rather then further, like I had originally feared, and the relief that has ensued. The lack of wedding rings I believe to be the manifestation of our relationship not quite being to that point yet.


And with those being my thoughts on that dream, interpret as you see fit! I am always open to insight! Just remember my rules, and be kind to me. And with that I’m going to bed *is 5:05 am*