Last night I had a dream that I am all alone in a college lecture hall watching a video of my wedding day. Except it isn’t a video. It’s a hologram. Like R2D2 projects in Star Wars- “help me Obi Wan Kenobi.”
Anyway I am watching this hologram of my wedding day and a voice-over comes on and says “Jessica’s dress and reception were inspired by the Wicked Witch of the West.” And darned if the voice-over isn’t right: my dress has a long poufy black skirt and sickly-green bodice. Josh is wearing a sickly-green tux and black vest. I’m not sure I like it.
Then we are walking into our reception, Josh now in drag with a blond wig and matching sickly-green dress. I am thinking that the drag may have been a poor choice and then all of a sudden a madman’s face blocks my view of the hologram and says “gimme a KISS” and snaps my neck and I die.
Aaaaand then I wake up and have to go make sure my kids are breathing.
They were, of course, still asleep because MAX IS SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT. I’m getting so much sleep that I actually get to dream, and my subconscious is going nuts.
I’ll take it.
