Dream Journal
It was my second wedding day. Something had gone wrong with the first marriage to B, and we either had to do it again or I had to marry someone else. This part of the dream wasn’t entirely clear. I was standing in the foyer of my parents’ church trying to get my moms attention for some chap stick. But she was busy talking with a gaggle of women. I kept trying and kept trying, getting louder and louder, but still I was ignored.
I turned around and on the gift table I saw only five small gifts, and every one of them said: “to Steph and Valette.” Stephanie, a childhood friend, was trying to take my day from me. This wasn’t her wedding, but she was taking charge of everything. I was furious. I went to the door of the sanctuary, knowing full well that the guests could see me, and called Stephanie out into the foyer. She was recording the extremely high prices of the wedding gifts. She was quite large - either pregnant or fat. I yelled at her for taking the spotlight of my day. I yelled and cried about never asking her to help in any way with the wedding, and how dare she butt in. I demanded that she go sit down.
At this time everyone in the foyer stopped talking for a bit, and Aunt Judy told me that I was a bit harsh on her. I ran crying into the bathroom, full of rage. Aunt Judy followed me in and asked me what was wrong. I told her that I didn’t have my something old, something new, something borrowed, or something new. She got a puzzled look on her face, as though she had no clue how to fix it. She pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and drew a blue flower on it, thinking it would be acceptable for my something blue.
Melissa had come into the bathroom, and I realized that I didn’t have my garter on. I asked her to run home and get it since we still had fifteen minutes before the ceremony was to start. But then I remembered that it was still hanging in my closet in Fairbanks. I told her that and cried some more.
Aunt Judy left, and Melissa asked me how she looked. She was holding her bouquet of long-stemmed purple flowers with all but one tucked under her armpit. I pulled the flowers out and laid them neatly for her, then gave my approval. We walked over to the sanctuary doors together because we were going to walk down the aisle together. I wondered why I didn’t have flowers, and why she did - since this was my wedding day. I didn’t know if I should hold her arm, or if she should hold my arm, or if we should even touch. I decided to hold her hand, and we started down the aisle.