Once Upon a Dream

I cannot say I've ever had a dream that was a full on musical. Until last night. Since I'm laying in my nice comfy bed on this Sunday morning, I figured I would share this dream because it is too good to not be documented. Some of the descriptions won't make sense, I'm sure, but just humor me and possibly yourself and just read on through this lil tale.

It started with me in a foreign country. I think it was the countryside of London, but I don't know for sure. The setting is mostly a palace grounds, so there's that too. Beautiful castle, right out of a fairytale book. Apparently, my family and I had been there for a few months, attending balls and living in the castle. I came into the story in the end of the months of my stay (obviously. how could I live months of royalty life in one night?) and there was wedding planning happening. Caterers were arriving, and decorators were bringing in thousands of flowers and fabric and all sorts of draperies. They were all singing a song while they cleaned and decorated, like in a musical (but I had never heard the song before, so it wasn't the type of musical that I already know like Beauty and the Beast or something...I was literally living my own musical). The finished product was the most beautiful place I've ever seen. I can't even describe it besides magical.
I went into one of the bedrooms to change my clothes, and one of my friends was there and was giving me a gift...? As I opened it, I realized that I was the bride-to-be. But then it felt as if I knew that all along. So I went with it. I looked out the window as some of the wedding party were decorating the getaway car, etc. I got a little bit nervous as time went on because everyone was talking about how life with my future husband would be so perfect. I didn't recognize the name they were referring to, and the more I thought about it as I was getting my hair and makeup done, I couldn't even remember what the guy looked like! All of a sudden I got the feeling that I shouldn't be going through with this. Obviously I don't even know him well enough if I can't even remember what my own fiancé looks like. I was about to slip into the most beautiful wedding dress in the world when I started to break down out loud. I said, "I don't think I can do this." My mother looked up from a book as she was getting pampered and ready. A few other bridesmaids in the room were getting ready too, but everyone froze and all eyes were on me. I was in one of those silky full-body slips and a white silky bathrobe (like you would see in the movies).
Just then the man who was apparently my fiancé poked his head in the door, everyone's eyes shifted to each other and then back to me, nervous and trying to act like everything was fine. He immediately shifted his gaze downward, not wanting to "see me" before our actual wedding. He said something to my mother along the lines of taking care of it all before they flew back home. Two things came to my mind: 1) he's only decently attractive, and not even so, so what am I doing? and 2) we WOULD be living here, which I can't complain about but also WHO IS THIS GUY AND WHAT MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM? He left the room into the bedroom next door, probably to get ready, and I got into my dress.
All of a sudden, I wanted to cry and I realized I'm too young and inexperienced to get married! I rushed next door, and the man met me at the door of his room. I hugged him and held him for a long time (really cheesy, but what musical isn't?) I think we were singing a song together, but it was our thoughts, not actual out loud words. hahaha. Then I pulled back and said, "Wait. You're LDS right?" He said yes, and that he was from Paris. (I don't know why the latter comment was necessary, but it was...Also, that was said in the most fiendy way possible. I'm laughing just thinking about it. Of COURSE I would...) The way he walked around the room, shuffling through drawers and getting ready was setting me on edge for some reason. He said something else about going back to live in Paris every few months out of the year after we are married. He gave me a gift to open, but before I did, I was thrown into ultimate panic mode. I said, "I don't think we should get married. We need to call it off." He looked surprised and hurt and came over to me and was trying to sooth me. I said, "I don't even know you or anything about you!" He started getting all mad and dramatic about "what will we tell everyone?" and "we already paid for everything!" I was crying and saying, "I know, I'm sorry, but we are not ready for this. I don't even think I love you." Another moment where everyone and everything in the room stopped dead in their tracks. Then people were pleading with me, even him, and I was sobbing and felt like I was going to suffocate. I was trying to find some shoes while mumbling, "I need to get some air." As I put on some reesty boots (under my stunning wedding dress, of course. Leave it to me to frumpify the perfect dream), I said the previous sentence again, quieter, but then I heard the fiancé say something about if our life together was hard, he could just resort to drinking. In that moment I stood up and CHARGED across the room to him. He was sitting in a window nook, putting on some shoes and looked up in surprise at the speed with which I approached him. I pointed a finger right in his face and LIT INTO HIM. I was furious that he would think that that was even an option and that my future husband will only be the best example to my children, etc. I was fuming. He definitely looked panicked. I stopped talking, looked him square in the eyes and said, "It's done. I'm leaving." and walked out the door.
#theDRAMA. hahaha at the end of the dream, Heather McDonald was there, and she was getting mad at me for turning him down and for wasting everyone's time and for hurting him the way I did because he didn't deserve that. That led into everyone in the palace cleaning up the unused wedding stuff and singing a song to the tune of "When You Wish Upon a Star" but with a lot sadder words.

And that was the end. I woke up and had to stay in bed for a good five minutes to process what had just happened in my brain. I learned one thing: I am not ready for marriage yet. {L-ing OL. Thank you, subliminal messages}

So there's that. Also, I think the decorations in that castle were my dream wedding, sohn... darn.
Aren't dreams so funny and random and weird? Especially when they feel so real.

Happy Sunday, hahaha! And good luck muscling through all the final projects and tests. *raises three fingers and whistles to the Mockingjays*

xoxo,
Lize.