Marriage

In an unusual twist on the wedding dream, last night I realized that my boyfriend and I had somehow gotten married. Concerningly, however, I couldn't remember having a wedding. When I thought back, I could "remember" some sort of ceremony, but without any of my own friends or family. When I realized that my mom hadn't been at my wedding, I got so sad I almost started crying. I thought that maybe the marriage should be annulled, since we hadn't even had a proper wedding. I was somewhat comforted by the fact that we could have a reception when we got back to Minneapolis, and that I could send cute invitations for that (I was thinking something with black and white stripes, vaguely French).

I decided to go to bed or take a nap, and to listen to my neighbor's "audio logs"--kind of a streaming audio blog, I think, and entirely a dream invention--for comfort. Somehow, though, I ended up at a party she was hosting, with a bunch of people I knew from various lives. One friend was telling me about the single-wide mobile home he'd bought with the help of another friend (she said she'd put in $1200, and when the housing market crashed, that investment had disappeared). My neighbor came over and asked me how I was doing, and I was about to tell her how sad I felt about the wedding debacle. Then I woke up, and was SO relieved that I wasn't married or in the middle of wedding business in real life!

Flying Busses Through the Alps

We were traveling through Germany in a coach-style bus. The bus was headed up the alps, at quite an incline, and we were whipping around dangerous, drop away, corners, green leaf filled branches smacking the top and sides of the bus as we made our way to the top. It was getting more and more dangerous, and then our bus driver announced that we'd start our hover. And magically the bus started hovering above the ground. We were going just as fast, but all fear was gone.

Then we stopped at a little store. I kept saying to myself, "I've been here before." "I've been here before." Then I saw a little alcove and it was filled with Penn State paraphernalia. "Right!" I exclaimed, "Last time I was in Germany, we came to this store, and I totally remember all the Penn State stuff!" I turned to share my excitement, and the fiancee was sitting in a tiny Green Bay Packers chair, green and for a child, but puffy and comfortable looking, with a helmet on. He wanted to buy it all.

Then an ex-ish of mine showed up and twittered that he liked us, Mixi and Trixi, (which I knew were me and the fiancee, respectively) and each of our names had a link attached. I clicked the Mixi to see what it was, and it was my blog, but for some reason, all I had blogged about was mostly eaten bowls of soup. So it was just picture after picture of bowls with a little bit of broth and stuff in the bottom.

*I think the Germany thing popped up because my mom sent me a newspaper article about the death of my middle school German teacher.

Ex-file

This dream was very short, but very memorable, because I am still thinking of this dream many hours later, when most dreams disappear from my mind a few hours after they occur. I dreamt that I got a greeting card from my most recent ex. I remember the pale peach envelope and opening the card inside, but do not remember what was written inside- the card nor the personal message. Since this person is currently overseas, I remember wondering in the dream how could the card could be delivered because there was no return or sending addresses?; it was just blank on the outside. I kept thinking, is he back? How did this get here?

Now, all that sticks in my mind is that pale peach envelope and I am curious about what was written inside. I wonder if this dream comes from the thought of needing to finish the over-ripe peaches I bought last week :)