So this morning I woke up to my alarm saying, “Time to get up sleepy head!” but I think I was actually already waking on my own. I had just spent at least an hour or more dreaming about a high school classmate/friend (I don’t know anymore if we were actually “friends” back in the day, or where we just classmates with common interests?) that I haven’t seen in probably 12 years.

The stranger part about this dream is not that it was about someone I haven’t seen in real life in 12 years, but that in my dream we were getting married, and I hadn’t seen this person in 12 years!!! I was, understandably, a bit hesitant and nervous about said marriage. Some people were questioning whether two people who hardly know each other can have a successful marriage and others were all for it. They kept reminding me of what a great guy he is and how sweet and caring and funny and smart he is…which wasn’t the problem. The problem was I DIDN’T KNOW HIM ANYMORE – HELLO!

So I found him, all dressed in his tux, me in a WEDDING DRESS, simple, long, pretty, with a bouquet of flowers in my hand. Sweetly he held me by my arms and asked me was wrong. I’m thinking to myself, “Am I the ONLY person who thinks this is strange??!!” but something about how sweet he was being calmed me a little. Suddenly I started listening to him (soooo not me in real life right?!?!) and then found myself softly saying, “But, you don’t want to marry me…I’m…I’m a slob!” to which he shook his head and said that didn’t matter. Then I said, “And…I’m poor. I have no money. I have so much school debt” but he didn’t seem to mind that too much either. (This is quiet different than what I have faced in reality so I was shocked in my dream to get a different, understanding and compassionate response.) He then shook his head and said, “It’s because you live in the city” like by me living in the city I couldn’t possibly pay back the money I owe because it costs so much to be in the city. I said under my breath, “But I like living in the city…”

Next thing I know I’m getting married…it was a ruch job and I don’t actually remember dreaming the “I dos” or anything, but it did happen and suddenly I was married.

Woah.

I was sort of in shock and confused but also felt ok, like, things like this DO happen and they CAN work out and maybe I should just shut up and let someone ELSE decide for once and stop over analyzing. All this in my dream head mind you. I’m so weird.

We walked outside to a SUV that was covered in snow and ice and I realize we are in some mountain region…and then he tells me we are moving to Burtonsville MD. BURTONSVILLE. My mouth dropped open. I breathlessly repeated, “Burtonsville? BURTONSVILLE? Why can’t we stay in Chicago? I like Chicago…” but he said, “Nope, Burtonsville” with a smile on his face. And you know what? I SHUT UP. I was like, “well, then I guess we are going to Burtonsville”…kind of defeated, but also a little hopeful. He held my hand as we drove off…my head was still spinning but I guess I was thinking maybe he knew better than I did.

HOLY FREAKING WEIRDNESS!!! Now, I haven’t spoken to this person in AGES…I mean AGES. We are facebook “friends” but still haven’t communicated. I of course sent him a message today…I mean, this dream came from somewhere. I don’t know where HE came from, but I imagine the wedding stuff came from all the wedding stuff I’m involved in this summer (was at one last weekend, going to one next weekend and the following weekend and also that wedding video I posted yesterday that I probably watched 10 times already…). But where did HE come from? I don’t know. The mind is such a strange place.

To be honest, he looked great. A lot like I remember him looking but a little different. Very content, very calm and collected and sweet (like I remember) but also, older and a little more mature. Wise even. He was tall…I had to ask Ivan if he was a lot taller in high school to which I got a big yes. I guess I sort of forgot that over these past 12 years. SO WEIRD. But still, kinda, strangely, nice to see him again.

This dream of course got me all kinds of thinking of the people I went to high school with. How they all are, who all is married (A LOT OF MY HS FRIENDS ARE NOW MARRIED WITH KIDS…boy, am I behind their times or what…) and everyone looks really great.

Honestly, I had a great high school class, and a lot of wonderful friends and buddies while I was there. I have to make sure NOT to miss the next reunion.

REUNION! Oh man…last night, while Ivan and I walked back form the grocery store I was TALKING ABOUT OUR REUNION and how he and I along with Tony P need to plan the 20 year! THAT MUST BE WHAT TRIGGERED THE REMEMBERANCE OF THE GUY IN MY DREAM! Wow…that has to be it! He must have been at the 10 year reunion (which I did NOT attend) and that’s gotta be what I remembered. Now it makes at least a LITTLE more sense.

Oh silly dreams…you cryptic things. No, I don’t always believe you mean something…if you did I’d have been murdered or brutally attacked or experimented on by aliens a looooong time ago. But this dream really did stir up some stuff.

I guess that’s why I didn’t feel bad about taking a lazy day. Which I have today…it’s been lazy…and I’ve been loving it. Now…I should go through my facebook friends and see who all is there from high school and what they are up to! Ha ha…goofy, I know.