seriously weird dream
It's a pity I can't remember the beginning of this dream, but it was really long, and I suppose that's too much to ask. Somehow or other, though, I was in a carriage with a bunch of characters that had to be out of a Russian novel. No one else talks like that, or has such odd fathers. The odd father seemed to be mine, and he was sitting on top of the carriage. We were trying to keep him from discovering...something. I seem to remember something about a train before that. I don't know. Anyway, we all sat in the carraige and bumped along talking about this thing that he wasn't to know, while he popped in with inane comments from above. Then, somehow, we ended up being a British army, and joined a much better trained English and French army on their way to somewhere or other. We marched through corn fields, and were requested by a commanding officer that had sprung from nowhere like the rest of the army not to bend the corn stalks. So we marched for a very long time, and finally arrived where we were going...a wedding. Somehow the army vanished and I went inside with "my family", who had come from who knows where and were, I think, italian. So we went into the wedding and stopped to avoid the line of the photographer who was photographing the bride doing some sort of wild interpretive dance in a pink corset and glittery silver hotpants flinging Barbies around. Then we went and sat down, while Iwondered if I should offer my services as a eucharistic minister, since I had seen how they worked in that church. I didn't, though, since someone came out and started talking. She was apparently the bride's fashion designer and was talking about the old fashioned design of the skirt. It was aparently ruined by Barbie, and the way she had done it for the bride was the proper way, all velvet and tucked up the back. Whatver that meant. Then the bridal party started coming out, dressed in everything from saris to wal-mart style poofy baby dresses. Then the groom came out with someone or other, who I discovered was the bride when he had to pick her up because her huge skirt wouldn't let her walk. It was more wire frame than skirt, but what there was of it was humongous and entirely black velvet, gathered up the back. So they got to the altar, and the "sermon" began immediately. It was more of a conversation with what I can only call an audience(we were not a congregation at all), mostly led by the fashion designer and my cousins(my real cousins) who had somehow ended up sitting next to me. My mother was there too, and very worried about my sister not being there. My mother sent me back to the house to find her and bring her back. When I left the non-church, I discovered that I had been in the playhouse in Mary's backyard, and went into her house through her bedroom window. I found my sister, and after eating a turkey sandwich with her, was about to leave when I discovered a wold in the front yard with my sister. My sister came inside, and the wolf was attacked by a mountain lion. While they fought, an elk wandered up. Then all three animals decided to come in through the screen door. I closed the door against them and locked it thoroughly....though how a small wooden door holds back the combined weight of an elk, a lion, and a seriously oversized wolf I have no idea. So I went upstairs and told my sister we shouldn't go back to the wedding because we would be eaten. I opened Mary's window and heard animal noises from below, which confirmed my suspicions that they were hungry, somehow or other. So I sat down at Mary's computer to try to find someone online who could come save us...and now here I am at my own computer telling you all about it.
So. That was my dream.*nod*
posted by Noli at 10:58 AM
