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A significant portion of my nightmares involve marriage. I had TWO of them last night. Buckle up for a dream thread!
Nightmare 1: I was engaged and getting ready to marry a Jonas Brother. An actual (non-existent) Jonas Brother. I was best friends with Sophie and Joe and
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Nightmare 1: I was engaged and getting ready to marry a Jonas Brother. An actual (non-existent) Jonas Brother. I was best friends with Sophie and Joe and
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we were heading up to the vineyard together to where the wedding was to happen. I should have been happy, but dream me just kept thinking about the cute produce guy at the grocery store (who does not exist) and how I knew he was so close to asking me out. I kept trying to
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figure out if I could escape and get out of the wedding.
Nightmare 2: I had just gotten married to some guy and was at the reception and was absolutely miserable. I kept thinking how much I hated my husband. And the reception was torture. This weird religious program had
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Nightmare 2: I had just gotten married to some guy and was at the reception and was absolutely miserable. I kept thinking how much I hated my husband. And the reception was torture. This weird religious program had
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been arranged, I shut it down, and everything dissolved into chaos. People kept showing up and then leaving before I could talk to them. People I love, friends from deep in my past, and a weird number of celebrities (Will Ferrell--who was apparently dream me's best friend
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and John Mulaney). Eventually it got to the point where everyone was gone except me, alone, with a bunch of middle-aged white women logging gifts. All I wanted to do was run away.
The next time someone asks me why I'm not married I might just link them to this thread.
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The next time someone asks me why I'm not married I might just link them to this thread.
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