I dream of marrying...
I had a dream yesterday night that was so vivid that I just had to write it down.
It seemed so real that in the seconds after I woke up, I actually had trouble deciding if it had really happened.
I dreamt that I was about to be married. And it was an open-door garden wedding in Malaysia (I remember because of the humidity and the coconut trees). And I was in the powder room, in my beautiful off-white wedding gown sewn with seed pearls. I was touching up my makeup, putting on mascara. A very pretty scene outwardly, but inside me, I was in turmoil. You see, I was unsure if I wanted to be married!
I remember my mother was around at that time, and I suddenly felt an immense urge to pee. So I told my mom I’d be right back and hurried out of the room in search of a toilet. I ended up at a restaurant nearby where there were some male workers dressed neatly in white, starched uniforms with aprons, typical of kitchen workers. None seemed surprised to see me in my wedding splendour.
“Is there a toilet I can use?” I asked. One of the guys pointed up towards the ceiling.
Now here’s where it started to get really weird.
I looked up at the ceiling and I see the faint outline of a trapdoor with a rope attached. One of the guys pulled down the collapsible stairs for me. I climed the rickety stairs gingerly in my 3-inch satin pumps. On top of the stairs I saw a porcelain toilet bowl alone, without the usual flush system attached. And above it a sign proclaimed:
“To use, don’t sit. Aim for bowl at an angle of 45 degrees!”
WT$%#@?! Was I supposed to bare my butt for all below me to see? And aim at 45 degrees angle? Quite impossible if you’re female don’t you think?
So I climbed carefully down and walked back towards the powder room. My mom saw me and told me to hurry as the wedding ceremony was about to start.
Here’s where I broke down in tears and told my mom “I’m not ready to be married! I can’t, I just can’t!” (Even recollecting now, it seems so real that I have goose pimples as I type this.)
My mom envelopes me in a hug and I whip out my mobile phone and call my husband-to-be.
“Hi. It’s me. I’m so sorry, I don’t feel ready to get married. Sorry for telling you only now.”
And amazingly, he’s so understanding. “It’s all right dear, I understand. Please stop crying…”
I hang up.
It seemed so real that in the seconds after I woke up, I actually had trouble deciding if it had really happened.
I dreamt that I was about to be married. And it was an open-door garden wedding in Malaysia (I remember because of the humidity and the coconut trees). And I was in the powder room, in my beautiful off-white wedding gown sewn with seed pearls. I was touching up my makeup, putting on mascara. A very pretty scene outwardly, but inside me, I was in turmoil. You see, I was unsure if I wanted to be married!
I remember my mother was around at that time, and I suddenly felt an immense urge to pee. So I told my mom I’d be right back and hurried out of the room in search of a toilet. I ended up at a restaurant nearby where there were some male workers dressed neatly in white, starched uniforms with aprons, typical of kitchen workers. None seemed surprised to see me in my wedding splendour.
“Is there a toilet I can use?” I asked. One of the guys pointed up towards the ceiling.
Now here’s where it started to get really weird.
I looked up at the ceiling and I see the faint outline of a trapdoor with a rope attached. One of the guys pulled down the collapsible stairs for me. I climed the rickety stairs gingerly in my 3-inch satin pumps. On top of the stairs I saw a porcelain toilet bowl alone, without the usual flush system attached. And above it a sign proclaimed:
“To use, don’t sit. Aim for bowl at an angle of 45 degrees!”
WT$%#@?! Was I supposed to bare my butt for all below me to see? And aim at 45 degrees angle? Quite impossible if you’re female don’t you think?
So I climbed carefully down and walked back towards the powder room. My mom saw me and told me to hurry as the wedding ceremony was about to start.
Here’s where I broke down in tears and told my mom “I’m not ready to be married! I can’t, I just can’t!” (Even recollecting now, it seems so real that I have goose pimples as I type this.)
My mom envelopes me in a hug and I whip out my mobile phone and call my husband-to-be.
“Hi. It’s me. I’m so sorry, I don’t feel ready to get married. Sorry for telling you only now.”
And amazingly, he’s so understanding. “It’s all right dear, I understand. Please stop crying…”
I hang up.
My mother comes to me and says, “I never liked him much anyway. Good for you!”
And I woke up somewhere around here. Isn’t that a weird dream?
Analyzing it now, I think my indigestion from dinner (huge salad, sandwich and cake- split with PL) and the book I was reading before bedtime contributed more or less to my dream. I was at the part in The Time Traveler’s Wife where Clare and Henry (the main characters of the book) had just got married. And Henry was anxious that he might just suddenly disappear on his time travels, leaving Clare without a groom. My dress was almost a carbon copy of Clare’s!
Haha. The things books can do to your mind. Oh, also, for the record, I woke up with an urgent need to pee.
So. Incredibly. Weird.
And I woke up somewhere around here. Isn’t that a weird dream?
Analyzing it now, I think my indigestion from dinner (huge salad, sandwich and cake- split with PL) and the book I was reading before bedtime contributed more or less to my dream. I was at the part in The Time Traveler’s Wife where Clare and Henry (the main characters of the book) had just got married. And Henry was anxious that he might just suddenly disappear on his time travels, leaving Clare without a groom. My dress was almost a carbon copy of Clare’s!
Haha. The things books can do to your mind. Oh, also, for the record, I woke up with an urgent need to pee.
So. Incredibly. Weird.
posted by N.J.A.P.F. @ 12:48 PM
2 Comments:
Hello, it's Hui Lin here. Hope you remember me :) I love that book! Find it an interesting and original read - something rather rare these days. Hope you like it too!
hui lin: Hi!! Thanks for leaving a comment! Loved the book too! Very original, but very sad as well. *sniff*
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