Brainy Vapours

Another wedding, I am the bride, but in a different body. Everything is going wrong, all the paperwork is out of order, we're being told we can't get married because of some bureaucratic translation issue. I go downstairs to check on the dress and it's completely ruined. My hair is completely ruined from running around like a lunatic.
I can't find the groom.

It's my wedding (sigh, another glaringly obvious dream sign not noticed), we're getting ready, deciding on which jewelry goes with the dress. After asking the girls, we all decide on some small pearls I have. I try on a large necklace with pearls and large flowers on it but it looks really silly. An African woman wraps some dark wooden beads around my left hand. She tells me they are good luck. We fiddle a bit as she wants me to wear them around my neck, but I refuse, and put them back on my hand.

The flowers are a mix with pink gerbera daisies. I take one small one that's fallen to the floor for my hair. I am going to have a quick pee. One of my friends that just come out of the closet wants to come with me and... watch? I say no.

While sitting I can see the guys doing there traditional rooting ceremony. It's like a firing squad but with air rifles instead. This strikes me as odd but I reassure myself that the amo is not live. But then I have doubts and ask the guards to check their amo, which is lucky because apparently the amo they have is live.

There's a party at my Grandparent's house, and I'm sat at a table with a few other girls out on the lawn, facing the ocean. One of the girls is getting married soon (shock and surprise, this dream sign did not shake me), and I tell her I have some advice for her as I got married recently (I didn't). I go looking in the house for my notebook (actually the one I was looking for looks just like my dream journal). I find my cousin in the kitchen, she's really drunk and irrate. I see that she's trying to make a small plate of nacho chips for the ladies, but for some reason she's put a dollop of whipped cream on the top. In her drunken state, she's accidently squished that dollop under her chin. The remnants of the whipped cream are still hanging there, off her chin. She's ranting about something, now she seems more upset and sad. I tell her she should slow her drinking down as we will be going all night, and she needs to pace herself.
I go back to the table to impart my wisdom upon the girls and the dream ends.

dream
nondream

I'm in a flat with my cousin. We live there together with my son. It's fairly small but bright and open plan. I come up with a plan to redecorate it, removing some cheesy stickers that are on the wall. The stickers are very 80s looking, music notes and bars in a wave sort of pattern that goes up and along the wall. My plan in to paint the wall with the design I've seen on one of the tee shirts that my cousin wears, a brown one with yellow script writing that says "Retro". My cousin agrees but wonders how we will do it, concerned that it will be a difficult project.

Flash forward to the bathroom, I am giving my son a quick shower. He is playing around with the water, then gets a hold of the shower hose and then lets it go. Suddenly the water is on full blast and the hose is going mental, spraying everywhere. At first my son laughs hysterically, but not for long. The water has turned hot (I get the horrible impression that I turned it up???) and now it's burning him and he's screaming. I can't get to him at first and there is panic as all I can do is watch in horror.

After I get the hose to stop spraying I poor some cool water on my poor kid's skin, which is red and angry. There is an imprint of the bathmat from the bottom of the tub burnt into his skin. I wrap him in cool towels and plan to go to the hospital.

We end up at this strange cafeteria kind of place full of those fold out tables and chairs. I get the impression that there will be a wedding or something going on here (wedding is a dream sign of mine, I wish it triggered a RC, but nope) sometime soon. There are some nervous parents of the bride or groom milling around, one woman approaches me while I am trying to put my poor kid to bed (under a table!). She asks me if she can help me. I suddenly get a glimpse of some laundry hanging on a wire in a field and the dream ends.

Fragment 1

A strange dream about people just sitting in their highchair like things, facing me, touching their index fingers together like my 9 month old does.
Something falls down from a tray in front of one of them... Is that my son?

Fragment 2

A woman trying to park her car in a steep parkade. It's a tiny parkade, very tightly parked cars. She pulls in too close to the wall on the right side and pushes back (and squishes) her side mirror

Yet Another Wedding

Now I'm shopping for wedding dresses. I don't know what possesses me to try on the one with banana print, I think it's cheap and I have a feeling I am on a really tight budget. I'm horrified at how ugly it is, and how ugly it looks on me. I am even more horrified and upset when I get something on it! I try to get it off, but when I scratch the stain with my nail it turns darker. Panic!

I'm in a taxi and going to a club with a friend and her boyfriend. We're talking. When we arrive he goes up to get drinks from the bar during our conversation about going out. He says as he's walking away from us that when he's upset or angry with his girlfriend, he goes out to the club. He smiles as he stops for a second and says "When I'm upset you know I'm not so Bo-Bo". Then he continues to the bar for the drinks. I know what he means by the statement. Bo-Bo is his name (but not as in the clown), and he means when he's angry or upset he turns into a bit of a sleaze bag, but usually he's a nice guy. I notice his girlfriend has no expression concerning this statement.

He and I are talking. He is slow dancing with his girlfriend in front of me while I sit on a couch. I tell him I go out when I'm upset too, but that it doesn't matter, I don't get into trouble because I'm so average looking. He asks me something which I don't really remember, then makes a comment, something like "Your boyfriend loves you for who you are, which is not average. If wanted or lusted after rake thin girls, he could go f**k something with sharp edges, like a book." - He gave two other examples of things with sharp edges but I can't remember them.

Fragment 3

Random flash of a some guy - sales guy or bartender? He has a tattoo on his neck, it's a year.. 1100 something. I tell him it's a funny that my son was born that year too.

Side notes:
I think that the Mugwort is helping me remember my dreams. Glad I ordered more of it.
Perhaps one of my dream signs is Weddings, that's two this week. I'm not getting married nor engaged so it's not like it's on my mind.
I think one other dream sign may be Bars or Clubs. I have had a few set in a Bar/Club now.

I don't know which factor it was this time that helped me remember my dream. I made a few changes this time. I woke up to a gentle alarm at 1am and again at 5am. I had one planned for 3am but I guess I didn't set it, or I turned it off in my sleep (I do that sometimes ).
Also this time I drank some Mugwort tea before bed, and chose to leave out the brainwave and subliminal message apps, sleeping au natural so to speak.

Dream 1 - Fragment

I don't remember this one really, just a vague recollection of living in something similar to the Jersey Shore house () and feeling really overwhelmed with the drama. I remember a distinct feeling of being sick of trying to take care of all of the people in the house.

Dream 2 - Much more interesting - My Indian Wedding on the Día de los Muertos

I have the feeling that this dream was quite long, but I only clearly remember the end of it.
I have dark skin, eyes and hair, which feels a bit strange to me as in life I am quite pale. In my head I reconcile with the fact that I am Indian and then think nothing more of it.

There is another woman with me, a fairly young, yet older than me, professional whom I know to be a plastic surgeon. She is mentoring me, training me to be as brilliant as she is, or at least I get the feeling she is headhunting me to do a fellowship with her.
I seem to have fallen out of favour with her scientific mind because of my faith in some Catholic type religion. At this point I become aware of the surrounding environment and "feel" of the place I am in. It's close to what I have seen on documentaries for the Mexican Day of the Dead. I notice there are red rose petals everywhere too - in the air and all over the ground. I feel like I am in some sort of temple room. I feel like this is a wedding, more specifically, my wedding.

We are purifying me for the holy sacrament, I am fully dressed and draped in beautiful fabrics, cleansed. The professional woman comes to me and kneels beside me, moving the red cards that are scattered there on that specific spot on the floor. I know those red cards are there to represent evil. I sense her disapproval, but I am surprised that she quotes some scripture to me. She purifies herself and then tells me that she plans to adopt me so that I may avoid immigration issues when I come to study with her in Canada.
Then the sound of my alarm.