My wedding....
I’m very late of course. Not traditionally late, just avoiding the inevitable kind of late. A feeling of dread is constantly with me.
A girl from work is my hair and makeup artist for the big day. Half way through my hair styling, she remembers she has to go to hospital for surgery and departs before I can stop her. She recommends a hairdresser as she disappears.
The hairdresser is somewhere I have been in reality, but I still can’t remember when or where? I am in the salon that is so familiar to me, but the hairdresser looks old and ungroomed. She reluctantly agrees to help me, but I hate both the look, and the hair extensions she has decided to apply. By the time she has finished, it is almost dark outside and all but a few guests have left. The ceremony was to be outdoors. I seem to be having an out of body experience as I watch the last few lingering guests shiver from the cold, but insist on hanging around to find out what happened to the bride.
The wedding is off. An overwhelming feeling of relief overcomes me...
I am instantly transported to a house next, surrounded by various people I know, mainly from work. A friend has been out all night long at quite the debauched buck’s night. Today is his birthday. These two events actually mirror reality this weekend, however I have no idea how debauched his night may or may not have been, as we have not spoken! Back in the dream, this friend is talking about his night, yet still feels like kicking on to shout everyone a drink to celebrate his birthday. The Oaks hotel is his venue of choice.
I in the mean time am still with wedding hair extensions and wedding makeup! Not sure what happened to the horrid white gown? I am talking to another colleague about the disaster day that was, but again express my relief the wedding didn’t actually happen.
He kisses me. It’s nice and tender and sensual and I don’t want it to end. But it does, and we leave to run the City to Surf?
I suddenly remember I was meant to be at bootcamp completing my fitness assessment. I resolve myself to the fact I am in the same group for another month, but still feel guilty for not turning up. It's then I wake up, still with the feeling of guilt in my gut.
Go figure...
