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Sundays are for napping
Jan. 22nd, 2006 08:18 pmSo, aside from the weird (but nice music) at church, and the odd choice of Cole Porter's "What is this Thing Called Love?" (which, if you don't know, I will gladly play for you), this morning was good. Got some stuff I needed at CVS, including liquid bandage, which, incidentally, smells terrible. I also called my Grandmother, because I'm a good granddaughter.
Anyway, I wound up taking a nap this afternoon, and I had the strangest dream.
I was at my church, because someone was getting married. I was in the wedding, though I'm not sure who was getting married, and towards the end I realized that I didn't know the bride so I must have known the groom. But all I know is that his father was Jewish.
The ceremony was supposed to be longer than our minister was anticipating, but the groom's father didn't want to tell him. So I went off to find him, but I couldn't. Then there were some prayers, in Hebrew. I was sitting with Kate and Nathanael for the prayers. Nathanael went off to do/get something, and Kate and I were sitting at the edge of the pew, and she was shaking her leg. I tried to make it stop, because I knew the pew would tip over if she kept it up. But she didn't listen, and we fell, and I think I tried to make it so that she was under me, so she'd see how bad a fall it really was. (This is really not like me, I'd probably try to catch her, so it was odd. But the whole shaking thing is probably related to the fact that my room was shaking a little earlier).
Anyway, then I realized that while I was, in fact, a bridesmaid, I had no dress. There was a note that we had to go upstairs and there were dresses up there for us to get, and a seamstress who could alter them. I went running up the stairs to find the place where they had it. It was a huge room, and I had to go running through the racks to find our dresses. This girl was there too, because the place was like a huge dress shop. There was a guy when I walked in who was in charge or whatever, and he was Italian. He came with me. There were I think four dresses left (the other girls had gotten theirs). There was a size 5, a 10, a 12 or something, and a 30. Now, I'm giving myself away here, but I could only fit into the 30. Except that that would be way huge, like wearing a tent. But it's easier to take in than let out, so we went with the huge dress rather than one that was just a few sizes too small (probably with a really good corset I could fit it, since it's not that much smaller, but I like to breathe). Anyway, I'm all in a panic because the ceremony starts at 3 and it's 2. So then we go back to the front so this fabulous gay man can measure me. While he's doing that (and pulling the tape a little too tightly around my waist, so I told him I wanted to be able to breathe and move), this guy comes up to me and asks if I speak Spanish. This was in Spanish, though the only word I remember him saying was "Usted". I don't (well, not in any real capacity), so I said no. He wanted to know where I got my shirt. It was a blue one that I borrowed from Gabe, so I told him it was from my boyfriend, which made him and some other guys sad. (Though, come to think of it, the shirt is in English, it's just from when Gabe studied in Spain, but it was a dream, so whatever) And the guy measuring me came up to do my bust (which was a touch more structured than in real life, I must have been wearing an intense bra), but then he didn't, and was measuring my neck. And he kissed the top of my head. And he told me that I had perfect eyelashes and a swan's neck. The guys were asking me some question about the name for a part of a backpack.
And then I woke up. It was incredibly vivid though.
Anyway, I wound up taking a nap this afternoon, and I had the strangest dream.
I was at my church, because someone was getting married. I was in the wedding, though I'm not sure who was getting married, and towards the end I realized that I didn't know the bride so I must have known the groom. But all I know is that his father was Jewish.
The ceremony was supposed to be longer than our minister was anticipating, but the groom's father didn't want to tell him. So I went off to find him, but I couldn't. Then there were some prayers, in Hebrew. I was sitting with Kate and Nathanael for the prayers. Nathanael went off to do/get something, and Kate and I were sitting at the edge of the pew, and she was shaking her leg. I tried to make it stop, because I knew the pew would tip over if she kept it up. But she didn't listen, and we fell, and I think I tried to make it so that she was under me, so she'd see how bad a fall it really was. (This is really not like me, I'd probably try to catch her, so it was odd. But the whole shaking thing is probably related to the fact that my room was shaking a little earlier).
Anyway, then I realized that while I was, in fact, a bridesmaid, I had no dress. There was a note that we had to go upstairs and there were dresses up there for us to get, and a seamstress who could alter them. I went running up the stairs to find the place where they had it. It was a huge room, and I had to go running through the racks to find our dresses. This girl was there too, because the place was like a huge dress shop. There was a guy when I walked in who was in charge or whatever, and he was Italian. He came with me. There were I think four dresses left (the other girls had gotten theirs). There was a size 5, a 10, a 12 or something, and a 30. Now, I'm giving myself away here, but I could only fit into the 30. Except that that would be way huge, like wearing a tent. But it's easier to take in than let out, so we went with the huge dress rather than one that was just a few sizes too small (probably with a really good corset I could fit it, since it's not that much smaller, but I like to breathe). Anyway, I'm all in a panic because the ceremony starts at 3 and it's 2. So then we go back to the front so this fabulous gay man can measure me. While he's doing that (and pulling the tape a little too tightly around my waist, so I told him I wanted to be able to breathe and move), this guy comes up to me and asks if I speak Spanish. This was in Spanish, though the only word I remember him saying was "Usted". I don't (well, not in any real capacity), so I said no. He wanted to know where I got my shirt. It was a blue one that I borrowed from Gabe, so I told him it was from my boyfriend, which made him and some other guys sad. (Though, come to think of it, the shirt is in English, it's just from when Gabe studied in Spain, but it was a dream, so whatever) And the guy measuring me came up to do my bust (which was a touch more structured than in real life, I must have been wearing an intense bra), but then he didn't, and was measuring my neck. And he kissed the top of my head. And he told me that I had perfect eyelashes and a swan's neck. The guys were asking me some question about the name for a part of a backpack.
And then I woke up. It was incredibly vivid though.
