Archive for Life Events

Disney World Mall, Wedding Edition

Just before we left for Disney World, I had some Disney World Dreams.  Like this one.

I dreamed I was going to my friend Joe’s wedding with my mom at the Disney World Mall, except when it was time for the wedding to start, my friend Ryan stepped in and said he wanted to get married, so he stole Joe’s bride and got married instead.  The wedding took place at the top of this huge tower with its beams exposed and I could grab the cable and feel the building swaying, which was remarkable since Ryan, the new groom, was afraid of heights.  After the wedding, Ryan and Joe sat down at opposite ends of a mine train ride that took us through wall-doors toward our rooms in the hotel, except every time we got close to somebody’s room, whichever groom was at the opposite end of the mine train flipped a switch so we went back the way we came and away from the room.

Then I asked my mom if she wanted to go get burgers at Joe Pocket’s (which is my subconscious’s combination of two of my favorite food places in Pensacola, even though I’ve never had a burger at either place), because I knew Joe Pocket’s served the best burgers in the world and that my mom loved them, but it was 6:15 and Joe Pocket’s closed at 6, so we went shopping for makeup instead.  Then we had the hamburger conversation two more times, once at 6:17 and once at 6:20, before I realized I was dreaming and woke up at 6:21.


Mawwwaaaiiigge…. can give you nightmares

My ninja-spouse and I got married a good long while ago, but some of my bridezilla dreams are still fun family fodder.  Now, they can be fun public fodder.

For example..

One night, I dreamed my ninja-spouse-to-be had been a bad little leprechaun, so I put him in the dishwasher until he could be good.

Another night, I dreamed I went for my dress fitting, and it was huge and the zipper gaped open in the back, but before the seamstress could fix it, it was time for pictures and then I was walking down the aisle, and then my father walked up to the podium and announced that it was time for the ceremonial elk hunt, and asked that all male members of the wedding party and congregation accompany him with their bows and arrows.  And my ninja-spouse-to-be WENT WITH HIM!  (Side note: ninja-spouse-to-be was warned very quickly (in real life) that should he choose to leave me at the altar for a ceremonial elk hunt, I would go ninja on his you-know-what.)

Gotta love those life-changing events… They really screw with the ol’ mind.