The Wedding

My friend, let's just say her name is Jillian, invited me over for dinner. Everthing seemed to be going well, but I noticed her husband had been missing. I asked about where he was and what he was up to as a polite gesture. Jillian did not answer. She just kept going on doing whatever it was she was doing.

We went for a walk after dinner around the block and took her children along with us. It was dark and we could see the stars in the evening sky. Her head hung low. She looked sad so I asked again where her husband was and she finally answered that he was at a wedding. "A wedding?" I said, " . . . that's . . . interesting." I was a little concerned about why she hadn't been invited, but I let that question go.

We continued to walk around the block and as we stepped down off a curb I said, "What sort of a wedding is it?" Her response was, "Oh it's just one of those regular weddings--you know?" I wanted to inquire what involved a "regular wedding," but again I held back.

As we continued to walk, we approached a large house that had lights on inside. The lights were very warm and inviting. The house looked like it was glowing. It stood alone in the dark night. My friend became interested, so we crossed the street and stepped up onto the curb.

My friend wanted to go inside. I felt like we were spying. Inside to my surprise was the wedding that she was talking about. I felt like I had been fooled. This whole time I thought we were just going for a walk around the block after a nice meal and yet here we were spying. I grew worried about the situation. Why wasn't she invited and why were we spying?

Inside the house indeed was a wedding. We looked for her husband and we found him standing beside his future bride to be. I didn't know what to think. This whole time I thought he was at a wedding, but not getting married to another woman. I felt bad for my friend. Obviously she had been sure to not tell me the truth because I wouldn't have understood unless I had seen it with my own eyes.

My alarm clock went off and the dream came to a halt. I sometimes hit the snooze button to jump back into the dream; however, this dream I was not all that interested in getting back into. I felt happy to let it go.