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I slept a really long time last night to make up for little sleep for the last few weeks. But I kept waking up and falling back to sleep. I've forgotten most of the dream now, but here's what I can remember:
I was with Evan, my boss from work#1's son. I'd asked him to do something for me or get something for me. And then I think I got mad because it wasn't quite right. There was some crying, and I distinctly remember this little toy truck made out of weed that used to be, like, a flatbed but with two large boxes on the back- not the way they usuaully are, with one on the back of the truck and one in tow, but side-by-side. They were circular (like a cement truck or something) but I'd sawed off the top so they were flat, and I'd painted it blue. Anyway, I took Evan aside and apologized for getting mad, and thanked him, and we worked whatever it was out.
But by then I was practically late for work, and worried about that. But I ended up with a group of people- several of who were my elementary school teaches like Mrs. Kruger and Mrs. Sherril. I said hello to Mrs. Sherril when she walked right past me but she didn't say hello, and I thought maybe she didn't remember me. She was my 1st grade teacher, after all, but I did do a little babysitting for her when I got older. Anyway, it turned out that they were having some goodbye sendoff thing for a woman who was a nun and a former principal or schoolboard head or something of the schools. Mrs. Sherril called me over and I was thrilled she recognized me. I stood in one of the receiving lines that the nun walked between on her formal exit out. But I don't remember passing because I was looking in my wallet for business cards and she walked right by me. I felt bad and looked up, but she'd already made it to the end and the lines were dissolving into hugs and handshakes.
Then I went to work and apologized to the secretary/boss about being late. I said I'd count it as time off and submit a form but they said it was only a few hours and not to bother. I was so excited about that. But I kept worrying that it was the 13th and I was supposed to be in training. But I checked my calendary three times and the training was next week and I was indeed supposed to be at work that day. Which was good, because I was so late to work that I would have missed a lot at the class.
I woke up and went back to sleep. Then there was some event I left the office for- lunch or a trip to the amusement park or something. In the crowd on the way from building to parking lot, I ran into Andrew, a good friend from high school who recently e-mailed me (in real life) and I forgot to e-mail back. Anyway, so I was thrilled and hugged him and we talked a little. I asked whether or not he was back because it was homecoming. He said Homecoming was next week, not this. And I said that was weird. I thought it was this week. Then I said "Oh, right, the football game and dance at the end end of homecoming week... wait, they're this weekend, aren't they? So it is Homecoming week". He still told me it wasn't.
Later, after I woke up and went back to sleep again, I was not myself, but some character who happened to be a guy and who was living in this place which was either somewhere with a 1984-like government or living in a town which was like a prison and stricktly regulated. My girlfriend and I were helped to escape inthe middle of the night. We were all wearing large cloaks with hoods. We were led down to a rowboat in the water and our saviours sped us away on the waters to a new place. I remember trying to make the boat go faster, as it silently cut through the water on an otherwise silent night, by reaching down and using my hands/arms as paddles. It made more noise and didn't seem to speed things up too much more, so I only did it a few times.
In the safety of the free land, my girlfriend and I could finally get married. There was this little Las Vegas type chappel where you just go in, are surrounded by seedy characters, and get married in 10 minutes. After we started the "ceremony" (such as it was) one of the older guys who'd rescued us pulled me aside and asked what we'd done about rings. I told him we bought some at mall store for $5. He took me out to his place and got a metal detector out. He walked around with it until it beeped. ANd when it beeped, a lightning bolt came out of the sky and struck the ground, creating a big hole, which was to save him time digging. He found about 6 nice rings in a few places, several of which matched. One of which was a mini (ring-sized) version of this bracelt I got from my grandmother (in real life) which is gold with little red stones but is on a hinge so it's easy to take it off and put it on. I didn't like that one, but my ring finger (I was a guy, after all) was very thick and a few silver ones that fit were very snug. But I could live with that.
I went back and we resumed the wedding. There were no vows, but the woman married us used a script she'd used on someone else, so all the things were very specific to the other couple, including things like "I promise not to break the washing machine again" and names. She called my girlfriend Alice, which apparently wasn't her name. We laughed a lot during the ceremony. But we said our "I do"s and when it came time for rings, my girlfriend brought out the rings we'd bought earlier, still with the cardboard thing and pricetags on them. I had the good, old rings in my hand and surprised her with them. But somehow lots of angelhair pasta was in my hand now, too, so it was hard to find the rings. I kept looking around, not wanting to waste the food. I found the ring I liked best for her, which was silver and had a design on it (the plain silver band that matched it for me was way too big, but I couldn't find the ones that had sort of fitted me!) She took off her engagement band and I put the nice ring on her ring finger. Then I tried to find one for myself for her to give me and I think I just picked one that I could find which was the lesser of evils. We could always change later. She put it on me and we were man and wife. Then we walked back down the isle and when we got to the hallway outside the chappel we kissed and laughed and rolled around on the floor together, laughing and kissing. I hovered over her, on all fours with an "I love you" and she replied.
Then I woke up.
I was with Evan, my boss from work#1's son. I'd asked him to do something for me or get something for me. And then I think I got mad because it wasn't quite right. There was some crying, and I distinctly remember this little toy truck made out of weed that used to be, like, a flatbed but with two large boxes on the back- not the way they usuaully are, with one on the back of the truck and one in tow, but side-by-side. They were circular (like a cement truck or something) but I'd sawed off the top so they were flat, and I'd painted it blue. Anyway, I took Evan aside and apologized for getting mad, and thanked him, and we worked whatever it was out.
But by then I was practically late for work, and worried about that. But I ended up with a group of people- several of who were my elementary school teaches like Mrs. Kruger and Mrs. Sherril. I said hello to Mrs. Sherril when she walked right past me but she didn't say hello, and I thought maybe she didn't remember me. She was my 1st grade teacher, after all, but I did do a little babysitting for her when I got older. Anyway, it turned out that they were having some goodbye sendoff thing for a woman who was a nun and a former principal or schoolboard head or something of the schools. Mrs. Sherril called me over and I was thrilled she recognized me. I stood in one of the receiving lines that the nun walked between on her formal exit out. But I don't remember passing because I was looking in my wallet for business cards and she walked right by me. I felt bad and looked up, but she'd already made it to the end and the lines were dissolving into hugs and handshakes.
Then I went to work and apologized to the secretary/boss about being late. I said I'd count it as time off and submit a form but they said it was only a few hours and not to bother. I was so excited about that. But I kept worrying that it was the 13th and I was supposed to be in training. But I checked my calendary three times and the training was next week and I was indeed supposed to be at work that day. Which was good, because I was so late to work that I would have missed a lot at the class.
I woke up and went back to sleep. Then there was some event I left the office for- lunch or a trip to the amusement park or something. In the crowd on the way from building to parking lot, I ran into Andrew, a good friend from high school who recently e-mailed me (in real life) and I forgot to e-mail back. Anyway, so I was thrilled and hugged him and we talked a little. I asked whether or not he was back because it was homecoming. He said Homecoming was next week, not this. And I said that was weird. I thought it was this week. Then I said "Oh, right, the football game and dance at the end end of homecoming week... wait, they're this weekend, aren't they? So it is Homecoming week". He still told me it wasn't.
Later, after I woke up and went back to sleep again, I was not myself, but some character who happened to be a guy and who was living in this place which was either somewhere with a 1984-like government or living in a town which was like a prison and stricktly regulated. My girlfriend and I were helped to escape inthe middle of the night. We were all wearing large cloaks with hoods. We were led down to a rowboat in the water and our saviours sped us away on the waters to a new place. I remember trying to make the boat go faster, as it silently cut through the water on an otherwise silent night, by reaching down and using my hands/arms as paddles. It made more noise and didn't seem to speed things up too much more, so I only did it a few times.
In the safety of the free land, my girlfriend and I could finally get married. There was this little Las Vegas type chappel where you just go in, are surrounded by seedy characters, and get married in 10 minutes. After we started the "ceremony" (such as it was) one of the older guys who'd rescued us pulled me aside and asked what we'd done about rings. I told him we bought some at mall store for $5. He took me out to his place and got a metal detector out. He walked around with it until it beeped. ANd when it beeped, a lightning bolt came out of the sky and struck the ground, creating a big hole, which was to save him time digging. He found about 6 nice rings in a few places, several of which matched. One of which was a mini (ring-sized) version of this bracelt I got from my grandmother (in real life) which is gold with little red stones but is on a hinge so it's easy to take it off and put it on. I didn't like that one, but my ring finger (I was a guy, after all) was very thick and a few silver ones that fit were very snug. But I could live with that.
I went back and we resumed the wedding. There were no vows, but the woman married us used a script she'd used on someone else, so all the things were very specific to the other couple, including things like "I promise not to break the washing machine again" and names. She called my girlfriend Alice, which apparently wasn't her name. We laughed a lot during the ceremony. But we said our "I do"s and when it came time for rings, my girlfriend brought out the rings we'd bought earlier, still with the cardboard thing and pricetags on them. I had the good, old rings in my hand and surprised her with them. But somehow lots of angelhair pasta was in my hand now, too, so it was hard to find the rings. I kept looking around, not wanting to waste the food. I found the ring I liked best for her, which was silver and had a design on it (the plain silver band that matched it for me was way too big, but I couldn't find the ones that had sort of fitted me!) She took off her engagement band and I put the nice ring on her ring finger. Then I tried to find one for myself for her to give me and I think I just picked one that I could find which was the lesser of evils. We could always change later. She put it on me and we were man and wife. Then we walked back down the isle and when we got to the hallway outside the chappel we kissed and laughed and rolled around on the floor together, laughing and kissing. I hovered over her, on all fours with an "I love you" and she replied.
Then I woke up.
