Wow, it's too early for me to be up, but I had to get on and post, because last nite, Well I dreamt of my "perfect" wedding. Well needless to say it was imperfect, but I was still happy, because I was with my love. I want to write this down, to see if I can find an interpertation of it later:

Starts out that my whole family goes there, by that , I basically mean my sisters, A., her fiance, and baby Jaz, and S., my other sister. So we fly to Europe( I suppose so that part wasn't in the dream). We are at C.'s flat, which in the dream is more like a huge loft. And I hardly see C. while we are there. We basically make ourselves at home, and show ourselves around. We talk briefly with C.'s sister, and neice.

Then the wedding day comes. We are in our dresses, running around like chickens with our head cut off, and I haven't any nice shoes.. I look around and around.. and shop (at a store convienantly located in the house, and find nothing.. so I basically end up wearing some old shoes I had that were like slippers and white. And then, we have no flowers or decorations, so we use some flowers that C. has in his house, and the same for decorations.

We get married, and it looks like a zoo, no organization at all, but we look happy. Then afterwards, C is on a bicycle and wanting to ride down the hill, and I hop on the bicycle with him, and we race down the hill. ( I am thinking .. WTF.. and laughing at the same time)

Also some things that happen in the dream, is that D. gets sick, and some guy I know, supposedly in the dream, a Doctor, comes to fix her up. I get this bad feeling and stop him. In the meantime someone has called the cops. We find out he was trying to poison her. It was very scary.

Then, part of the dream we find out C. had a twin brother.. (who looks nothing like him) this guy is raggedy and apparently he is always in the basement, working. I figured he's either a strange artist or a slave in the dream.

Then, something I forgot, before C. and I ride off on the bicycle, we talk to his uncle. His uncle wants to buy this book, apparently an antique, and C. says he can have it for 15 dollars.. Uncle opens the book and laughs, saying it is worth much more. C. just shruggs, uncle hands him some money, and C. hands it to me. I start counting the money, it is much more than 15 dollars.

That is all I can remember of the dream right now, but maybe later some more will come to me. I got to get going, got a long day ahead of me. I am going to school with D. to help with the kids on the bus.