I married Kevin Barnes
. The wedding
was on Union Pond back in Rhode Island
; the guests, mostly our friends and my family, were set up outside at white-clothed tables. It was an overcast day. I wore a pink and grey minidress, and I fluttered about surrounded by my friends (who were apparently just generic
friend-types and no one I know when I'm awake) waiting for Kevin to arrive.
He finally showed up, also dressed in pink and grey. He was frightened, for some reason, by a book we bought from a vending machine
in the house. I kiss
him and try to make him feel better - it's our wedding day
, after all! - but he remains tense, edgy. He's so different from the sweet, gentle Kevin I know (or have imagined for dream purposes).
I go and see my mom's family, sitting together at a table near the front. It's a tense
situation and we get into a brief argument about some jewelry
my grandmother leaves on my plate. It's gold, and I don't wear gold.
Then, the actual ceremony
, which mostly involves us scrutinizing each other's various forms of ID
. We have to wait a while for the vows, since they're being broadcast on MTV
along with various other musicians' vows (Kevin's in a band
, see...though admittedly not a very mainstream
one). The only other pair I remember was two blond British
rappers in outlandish hats.
Then we're married
, and we take a trip to New York City
. We don't know exactly where we want to go, so we check into a random hotel
and stretch out. The hotel is expensive and has tiny rooms, but there's all manner of conveniences situated on the first floor - stores, a laundry
, and a crematorium
and his mother have come on the trip with Kevin and me. As we relax
they stand up and put on their coats - Dad is taking darling Gramma June downstairs
to get burned. Apparently, that's what she wants to do. They leave the room with a minimum of fanfare
, Dad still in his suit and June in her best coat
, and all I can do is stare
after them. Kevin cries on my shoulder. I just feel sick.
Then, it's a few weeks later
. We're moving into a bright
little apartment with houseplants
and wood panelling - I hear myself telling Kevin that we can stay here in this Brooklyn
residential hotel for six months
, then we'll move down to Athens
, his home, and we'll see which we like better.
Then we're in a car, and I'm driving
(which I don't do when I'm awake
) - apparently all our things
are in it, it's six months later, and we're going south to Georgia
. I have to pee, and I end up going in a (empty!) juice bottle
, and we pull into a grassy rest stop
and are greeted by an older lady who is outwardly friendly
, but I can tell she doesn't approve
of young ladies relieving themselves in bottles. I turn around to wake up Kevin when my roommate
comes in and slams the door because it's 2pm and this has been one long-ass mother of a dream.