Altar

I dreamt last night that I was getting married to WW. I was wearing a dress and my brides maids (in pink) put a veil on me. I was very nervous because of the audience. We were in a very old church, but I wished we could have married in another place, smaller and less people such as in Scotland. We were in Yorkshire I think. Instead of walking down the altar and passing everyone, I came from a side door and made a right turn to kneel beside W. While walking to him, I noticed I was wearing black socks and uncomfortable and ugly black boots. I was very ashamed of this. I heard a lot of people whispering when they saw me. I think because of who I was (as a result of who I was marrying) and the boots. Anyway, the vicar started talking, and I became even more uncomfortable to the point where I said, “Stop! There won’t be a wedding!” I turn to W who looks surprised, “I love you W and I always will, but we can’t marry. I can’t…” Somewhere along those lines. He didn’t seem that devastated, almost like he expected it. We took each other’s hands and went outside. Someone made the announcement that the reception was still going on, and then a bunch of us just left the church. A bunch of random things happened after that, but I’m pretty sure W and I were still together. Just that we weren’t going to do this marriage thing.

Even if I was in love with W in real life (won’t ever happen since we don’t know each other), he’s the one person I just wouldn’t marry. Have an affair with, possibly have a love child and angst over our love, but a real marriage? No. He did look nice his black suit.

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