Last night I dreamt it was my wedding day. The house I was in was not my own, the place was a mess. There were boxes and crap everywhere! My mother was there, along with a lot of other people for the big day. It seems as though I started dreaming about after the ceremony/before the reception which was taking place in this hell hole of a house. Oh, by the way, it also seemed as though the house was not complete. There was a somewhat large hole in the center of the kitchen area. So, here I am in the middle of a house that is not familiar to me, and I can't find my dress. I am calling for my mother who is in the dining area with all the guests, as I hear they are about to announce something I can only assume is the entrance of Michael and I. I start to shout over the crowd for my mother to help me find my dress, a dress, anything will do at this point.
As I look around for some sort of garment I can wear, I noticed my face. My makeup! I had bronzer caked all over my pasty white face with streaks of red blush running from the lower corners of my eye down to the lower part of my cheek bones! I looked like I lathered my face in self tanner, extra dark. What was I thinking?!
I finally found a frock that you could call anything but appropriate for my wedding entrance. As I scramble to get it on, I hear my mother telling them to go ahead without me. I hear the MC announce Michael's name as I watch him walk through the doors sans his new wife...me. I try to scream, "WAIT!", over the crowds applause as I see Michael waving his hands in the air as though he just came in first at The Boston Marathon. I can feel my face start to heat up and the bronzer start to melt down my cheeks as I wake up in yet another sweat.
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