slumber

The Dream:

I find myself running down a long sidewalk in a trailing white wedding dress and veil. All around me, there is construction going on. I am late for my mother's wedding. People in the streets give me strange looks.

When I arrive at the church, there's a change room that I'm ushered into and I decide to check my appearance before entering the main hall. I look at my reflection in a tall mirror. To my surprise, my long wedding dress has turned into a skimpy white nightdress that's see-through. Instead of wondering how the laws of nature could have suspended, I spent a few good moments admiring myself in the mirror and thinking of how good I look in lingerie. A nearby DC takes note of my vanity and says I'll have to change into something more appropriate before going inside the main hall.

I do the rational thing and run all the way back home to find more suitable clothing. ("Home" in all these dreams always ends up being the college residence I stayed in during my first year, even though I consider "home" IRL to be my parent's house where I grew up). Once I get to the residence, I have to climb up a whole set of stairs to get to my room on the third-floor. I end up having to pass entire groups of people, including a gym full of sweaty men, but somehow I don't seem to mind that I'm in my underwear. A part of me even likes that they're watching.

When I reach my room, I look out the window and it's snowing.

"There's no way I can make it back to the wedding now," I think. "I'll just have to call and say I was sick or something."

When I get my phone, I notice that's there's 21 unread text messages from my mother. As I read through them, it's only then that I realize that my mother is getting married to a woman. She talks about how all these years she's felt like she's been hiding who she really was, but now she can accept her bisexuality.

Later, I'm at my parent's house (in the dream, it doesn't look anything like their house though) and my mother is there in a white sweater and I remember feeling quite proud of her. I go to hug her in a warm embrace and then pester her for details ("Where did you meet this woman?" "How did you know?" "What does dad think of all this?"). She tells me she's married a Spanish woman and they're having fun exploring their identities. My father comes from behind the staircase and teases her about it, saying that this woman has become a bad influence for my otherwise overtly religious mother. He seems totally okay with all this.

Notes

Well, the first sign this was all a dream should have been the fact that my homophobic religious mother would ever get married to a woman. But okay, whatever, brain.

Yet another dream about wardrobe malfunctions, except this time I was confident and kind of enjoying it when the vast majority of dreams have been about being embarrassed and trying to find a place to hide as quickly as possible.

Also....why was I wearing a wedding dress to my own mother's wedding? Dream logic