my
man will
hate to hear this but...
i had a
dream. i was in a wedding dress. it was
pretty, but for some reason the
chest area of it was padded like the chest protectors i wear when i
spar. i changed in a dank dirty
bathroom reminiscent of the
subway stations you see in video games like
duke nukem... dirty tiled walls, broken
urinals spraying water, etc.
i wore no
makeup. i never do. it would have seemed odd for me to wear makeup. my
hair was longer than it really is now, and in a
jennifer anniston style (
bleh) but
messier. i desperately needed some
hairspray to
tame my
'fro, but there wasn't any to be had. i looked
fab-o anyway.
my
sister came and got me and we piled into a miniature
train like there are at amusement parks (or at ricky stratton's house in "
Silver Spoons"). there were stands of people just watching me be paraded by in this wedding dress, and i waved to them like a
homecoming queen.
eventually we got where we were going which was a mouldy saltbox house, the
manse to a
church. i was to wait there for the ceremony to start. then i noticed big
yellow boot sticking out askew from a
book shelf. when i
investigated further, i saw that it was a
dead fire fighter. then i woke up.