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I don’t believe that dreams have meaning. Aside from showing us random thoughts of our conscious/unconscious, I have never found dreams to have significance.
It was at this point that I woke up.
The Dream That’s not to say I think you’re crazy if you think dreams predict the future.
I’m just not convinced.
When I told this dream to everyone last Tuesday, Meredith questioned what it said about me. The implication being that the dream portrayed me in a negative light.
Before I share my dream, I’d like to stress that I don’t think it necessarily says anything about me.
If you think it does, let me assure you, I’m quite a lovely person.
Really. Just ask my mom.
The Dream
I am standing outside, in a vast open space, with my groom. I am dressed as a Disney princess, with him costumed as the matching prince. His face is hidden behind a Disney prince mask. (I find that part so embarrassing. It is why I almost didn’t share this dream with all of you.) There are two photographers following us, taking pictures. I lean forward to kiss him, hoping it will look cute in the photo.
At this point, he falls over a cliff.
I hadn’t noticed the cliff before. Now I can see that at the bottom of the cliff is the rest of the wedding party, with round tables set apart for the reception.
Somehow the groom has managed to grab a hold of the ledge on his way down, and is clinging on for his life.
Doing the first thing that comes to mind, I lay down along the edge of the cliff and lean over to kiss him. This is going to be such an amazing photo is the thought that keeps rushing through my head.
I see Skye at the bottom of the cliff, and she immediately realizes my problem. The two photographers don’t have a good view of the kiss, so Skye volunteers to take the picture herself.
I hesitate for a moment, but decide her point-and-shoot is better than nothing. But now I realize that the photographer is kneeling next to me to take pictures of the wedding party below, and is in my shot.
I shoo him away, and turn back to my groom, who is still gamely holding on the cliff ledge.
His fingers lose their hold, and he falls down to his death.
