The Dream:
I find myself running down a long sidewalk in a trailing white wedding dress and veil. I am late for my mother's wedding.

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. 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 run all the way back home to find more suitable clothing. 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, 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 who they truly are. My father appears and is more than okay with all this.

Notes:
IRL, my mother is practically a religious nutcase and is a bit of an oblivious homophobe. Usually, in dreams, she's a saboteur so it was rare to have a moment in this dream where we hugged and connected. I get the feeling she thinks she knows me very well, but she doesn't know me at all. And that's probably for the best, she'd probably have a coronary if she knew all my secrets.

I'm a bit...confused about my own sexuality. I think of myself as "mostly straight" but haven't felt comfortable with labelling myself any further than that.