Had the strangest dream last night. I had to blog about it because it felt so real. I still have this strange feeling right now. Emotions are in a whirlwind. I'm getting married. It's one of those not so traditional weddings, but I know it's my wedding because it's in a hotel that looks like a Spanish Villa. In fact, it's so non-traditional, that I'm white. Before the wedding, there's a bar... everyone's drinking and happy. A female tells me that my fiancee, a young, handsome brunette white guy, is not being up front with me. In fact, he's engaged to some one else. Cut to a scene where my fiancee and I are riding a trolley. Cut back to bar scene. My fiancee shows up holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers. A beautiful, yet plain looking brunette woman with ivory skin rushes to him and kisses him and thanks him. He kisses her back. I'm in shock. He doesn't know I see this. He finds me, rubs my shoulders, and I melt and am no longer angry. We're back at the hotel. I meet the other woman. We have a small argument, but we're more upset with the fiancee. We hand him an invitation each. It's the same exact card like invitation, only one has a red ribbon and the other had a blue ribbon. There are candles on the table top in the back ground. He plays with the ribbons... unties both of them. Returns them back to us. The weddings were at the exact same time. Both of us women call the wedding off. It so happens our hotel rooms are across from each other. He goes into the room with her. My girlfriends (bridesmaids?) join me in my suite. We drink. I don't get drunk. They do. We can hear sounds coming from across the room. A moan? We hear him walking toward the door and we rush back to my suite. The girls disappear. It smells like sweet strawberries in my room. He comes in, lays next to me, tells me he ended it with her. He hugs me. We sleep. I wake up. | 