I had a really weird, vivid dream.
A friend of mine was getting married, and had asked me to be a bridesmaid. It wasn’t Mel, Mel was there with me hanging out when this happened. The girl in question is more of an acquaintance. So I thought it was very nice that she asked me to be a bridesmaid.
So one day, me and the girls (Ash, Cath and Mel) are at a bookstore in Nashville. It’s apparently some kind of signing event, there’s lots of people there. Well, I see the girl who is getting married. We exchanged a few friendly words, and as she’s leaving she says excitedly, “see you at 3:30!”
And I think… 3:30? What’s at — OH NO! I had completely forgotten – her wedding is THAT DAY! I look at my watch and it’s 1:30. My dress is back in Memphis, which is 3 hours away. There’s no way I’ll make it. All kinds of plans flash through my head. I was going to buy a book (it’s in my hand) but the lines are so long, but I see Cath checking out so I run over and hand it to her and ask her to buy it for me so we can hurry and she does.
Then there’s a big part I’m missing, my parents are there and we’re in the car, driving somewhere. I don’t remember exactly. Well apparently whatever plan I had to get my dress and get back to Nashville in time apparently kind of works, I’m wearing the dress and the next thing I know, I’m running into the wedding…. after the ceremony is over. (btw, where everyone is looks like that round part next to the spa and store next to the Marriott in Atlanta… on the way to the skywalk, know where I mean?) The bride is throwing the bouquet, and it lands right in my arms as I come into the room. Everyone laughs, except the bride.
I pay little attention to the bouquet and go over to hurry and immediately begin apologising. She is angry, and basically ignores me, turns around and walks off. I feel terrible about it. I don’t know what to do! I think about her telling me how she wanted an even number of bridesmaids… and I realise without me there she didn’t…. I remember little things like that. I find her again in the room and try to apologise again, she seems a little less angry this time, I take that as a good sign and try to smile and laugh with her, but she’s still not happy. I look down at the bouquet as if I just realised I have it in my hands.
I don’t remember anything after that!