Amurehna

Dream
Real-life influence
WTF

At first I am just an observer. I walk up a flight of yellow carpeted stairs, a young woman's father is saying that due to the policy of the company, for her boyfriend to travel overseas with them, he must first take her as his wife. It's impromptu, and at first the boyfriend is worried that she won't want to, so he keeps coming up with reasons why it won't be terrible.
"Or, you know, it can only be on paper. We don't have to act married at all."
She doesn't say anything, though she seems pleased by the prospect of marrying. (I picked celebrities to be my dream characters. Katharine McPhee was the bride to be, and Jensen Ackles was the husband. I'm assuming I only picked them because I just finished watching Smash and Supernatural.)
I wake up and roll over.
In the next part I'm with some other women about to get my hair dyed. There are two women in front of me who have red hair and orange highlights. I think that there is no shame in copying them, then I just decide to dye my hair black. I tell one of them about the time where the black 28-wash out dye wouldn't wash out. They criticize my box dye. I try to defend myself, but then just accept their judgement. I don't actually end up getting my hair dyed. From there I start trying to find something to wear to my wedding. I'm myself as far as I can tell. I have to pick from what's in this room, because time is short. I choose a black skirt I own in real life, and cast about for a suitable shirt to go with it. I ignore a pile of black shirts, pick up a weird shirt on a hanger, it's a dusty dark pink and looks kind of like a coat cut in half. I wonder why anyone would wear it. I find the one I'm looking for, a cream shirt with small green flowers on it. I put it on, but don't know where the skirt is.

Besides, I have to shave my legs. I walk into the next room. There's a shower in there, but it's also the kitchen. I notice a room separator that I can pull across and latch to the other side of the room to give me privacy. I pull it across but a woman unhitches it and tells me she has to examine my razors. I hand them to her. They are pink.
"What do you intend to do with these?" she asks, like I could kill someone with them.
"I'm going to shave my legs? Before the wedding?"
"Okay. Fine. But stay where I can see you."
I walk over to the shower. The water is already on. I really wish I could close the divider, now there are more people in the kitchen. I don't want to get naked with them watching me, so I get into the shower clothed. I take my shoes off and drop them outside the tub. My shirt gets soaked, I pull it off. I wonder what I'll wear now. I start to shave my legs and realize I don't have any shaving cream, I keep going anyway thinking I'll just have to be careful.
The woman interrupts me, but I don't remember why.

I get out of the shower. My mother- and sister-in-law (DCs, not people I know) run up to me with fabric swatches. At the time I knew what they were for, but now I have no idea. She has 4, I only really see the white one with small blue flowers on it. I choose that one. They seem ecstatic about my choice, saying they knew I'd pick the blue. They rush off.
I realize that the wedding is going to be in a few hours, and that none of my family is there. I really want to call my dad, to see if he can make it. My friend Cel, and also L. I wonder what L will think. Will she be happy for me? Or will she just remind me of my doubts?
...do I have doubts? I then ask myself who I'm marrying. Since I can't remember, but can recall in the dream having the other dream, I assume I'm marrying my boyfriend and not a DC. Once inside the sanctuary where I know my boyfriend will be, I walk to the length of pews where he's sitting. I start to ask him if he knows when the wedding will start, but he shushes me. A priest (in full papal regalia...oh my god I just realized he was dressed like the guy from Princess Bride XD haha...except with lines of red down the front of his robe.) makes his way to me. He says he's there to bless me before the union. He doesn't seem concerned with blessing my boyfriend. He holds out his hand to me and at first I'm confused. I don't know what he wants me to do. Awkwardly I lean down and kiss his ring. He looks down his arm at me and smiles with yellowed teeth. He says something that I miss entirely, but I know there's another part of it. I'm supposed to kiss him. A little disgusted, I press my lips to his for a good 10 seconds. I really don't like the look on his face when I pull away.
The priest pronounces me blessed and then leaves.
My boyfriend seems amused. I wonder if it was some sort of prank...
"Anyway. Do you know when it'll start?"
"A few hours I guess...why?"
"I want to call my dad."
"Why?"
"Don't you think he'd want to be here?"
"Yeah, I guess."

I decide to call my dad anyway, the drive will take a couple hours. Maybe I can hold the ceremony until he arrives. It doesn't feel like I have that much time.
My mind wanders, and I start to wonder what it will be like for us once we're married. I wonder if we will echo Liam and Saja or if I'll create the echo myself just so I can live it again.

I wake up and roll over.

When I fall asleep I dream about zombies. I am one and I'm traveling on a boat with some other zombies. The boat is sinking and one of my zombie friends is stuck. I use a giant scythe to slice through the thing holding him. We start walking together. A weird dog/bird creature is following us. It looks a little like a furry emu with a terrier's head.
"That was cool." It says. That seems so absurd that I burst out laughing. The creature shoots me an accusing look. "What are you laughing at."
"I'm sorry." I giggle. "That wasn't funny." Then I laugh more because I realize I'm a zombie giggling at a talking bird creature.

I'm in a church. I rush into the bathroom, thinking I have time to freshen up before it begins. The bathroom is narrow and dim with red and gold carpet. There are accent plants on either side of the wide vanity that takes up one wall. I stare into the mirror, thankful in one breath that I have recently trimmed my hair, and then annoyed that one layer of it refuses to stop cow-licking up no matter what I do to it. I lean close to the mirror, examining my face. It looks a little different but the differences please me. I start to worry about my clothes. I'm wearing a long black strapless dress, and I'm afraid that it won't fit the occasion. I'm attending my own wedding, after all.

I feel like someone has surprised me with the event, or that it slipped my mind, or that I thought I was at the church for another reason. I worry that I don't have any dress shoes, then remember some ugly black ones that I have in my car that will have to do.
(http://ak1.ostkcdn.com/images/produc.../P14797327.jpg kind of like those, except the elastic band is twice that width.)

Someone knocks on the door to tell me everything is ready, by the time I open the door they've gone ahead of me. I trail after them into the sanctuary. All the preparations for my wedding were done without me, none of it feels real. The sanctuary reminds me of one of the churches I went to when I was a kid, except more compact. They have hung crystals from the light fixtures and run white and black ribbon across the pews. It's pretty, I guess. I worry again that my dress is too plain. The left side of the room is just a wide walkway, so that there's only one length of pews. There are twelve bridesmaids, and they are all my boyfriend's female cousins/spouses of cousins. It bothers me that none of my family is there. They are all dressed more extravagantly than myself, in ankle length white tulle dresses with a black sash around the waist. The black sashes make me think maybe my dress isn't so out of place.

There's a guy named Rio talking, I don't know why he's here and I hate him. He's talking loudly to my boyfriend's family, alluding that since we have been together so long (seven years in real life), the marriage will begin without purity, and is ill-fated. It annoys me, because it isn't any of his business. I don't tell him that though, I just walk from the front of the aisle to the back, between the bridesmaids. I notice a woman laying in one of the pews, she's the only one not dressed for a wedding. At first it looks like one of my boyfriend's family, but the closer I get the more she looks like my friend Laura. She's very pregnant, and she says she just wanted to see me once before the baby is born. I lean down and hug her, then leave the sanctuary.

I'm suddenly back in the bathroom. I've willed myself there. I'm still worried about my shoes, and think I might have time to go get more suitable ones from home. I close my eyes and concentrate on home, then clap my hands once sharply. I open my eyes and find myself standing in a parking garage (definitely nowhere near home). A faded dark blue car pulls up next to me, and the driver orders me to get in. I'm being kidnapped by strangers.
When I get into the back seat there's a man there, I don't know him either. I close my eyes and concentrate and clap my hands, but nothing happens.
"What's wrong with you?" he asks rudely.
"The clap-teleport isn't working."
"The what?" He looks at me like I'm nuts.
"You know, where you concentrate on your destination and clap to teleport there."
"Sure, whatever sweetheart."

Then I woke up.