Dream Journal
My neighbor, Jean, was going to get married that afternoon. I didn’t know what the groom looked like so I broke into her apartment and grabbed his picture off of her table. She walked in and caught me, then broke down crying on my shoulder. She wouldn’t tell me what was wrong.
Back in my apartment, I looked left and saw the chairs all set up for the ceremony; it was going to take place in the apartment building’s laundry room. B and I were helping with setting up the chairs and decorations, but we couldn’t stay because the wedding was scheduled at 2:00 and we had to get to church.