I just woke up from a nightmare to end all nightmares! I dreamed I got married and the reception was in Miramount Castle! Apparently, the wedding was early morning because the reception was breakfast fare. Lots of bacon! That part was good, but for some reason I got separated from the wedding party. I never did get a look at the groom!
The point was that I had fixed a "to go" box and put it in a gunny sack and placed it under my table and then wandered off to explore the castle. I did my exploring alone. When I realized that time had slipped away and I was going to miss my ride I panicked. I could not find any of the people in my wedding party and my gunny sack full of food was no where to be found. That was the part that upset me most. While I looked under every table in the giant hall, no one paid any attention to me. It was like I did not exist.
I did finally find my gunny sack, but it was empty. Since I was crying hysterically by this time, a very nice man offered me a grilled cheese sandwich, but since a bite was gone out of it, I declined. He was very shabbily dressed and appeared to have been drinking. He pointed down the hall to the exit door which I scurried forward to and opened. The parking lot was completely empty of vehicles and only one person stood there. I approached her and she shoved me over the edge of the cliff. That is all I remember of that dream.
Now, let's just analyze this little dream in the cold hard light of day. I had been to Miramont Castle because Rebecca and Ron took a few of us to a high tea there a few months ago. It was a delightful experience so that would explain wanting to go back to the castle. Now as for the wedding, I do not know where that came from! I do have a man friend in my life, but it has definitely not advanced to the wedding bells. Not something either one of us has contemplated nor discussed. Friends indeed, but getting naked at my age might not be a good idea from either his or my point of view!
Now, the bacon part is the part that I can understand. I love bacon. I do not eat much bacon because it is messy to cook and is best savored in a BLT with farm fresh tomatoes. Farm fresh tomatoes are a little hard to come by here in Colorado in the middle of winter. I do confess, a really good BLT is right on the top of my favorite foods list, but let us analyze further.
A gunny sack to hold my wedding gifts? Really? What kind of friends do I have? And what kind of friends, not to mention the new husband, would leave me to wander a castle alone on my wedding day? And who was the woman in the parking lot who threw me over the cliff? Did I die?
Enough of this! I rarely have dreams that I can recall so vividly and odds are this one will fade from my memory rather quickly once I start my day. I sure hope so!
If my former therapist is reading this (and you know who you are) please let me know if I need to get back into therapy. Most of the time I tend to be pretty level headed, but this one had me talking to myself when I woke up. Probably scared my neice to death!
