Vanessa's Wedding 11/28/2009

I recently had a discussion with a friend about marriage.  We have an ongoing joke that we (me & two of my girlfriends) would be single for a loooooooong time for a plethora of reasons.  Most of them having to do with our strong, out-of-control independence.  Is it really a turn off to know what you want? lol.

A few days later I dream about Vanessa's wedding.  There's no signage or traditional setting, just an understanding of what's going on.

We're in a large decadent mall with wide spacious corridors with a white and gold color scheme.  Everything was shiny and festive and celebratory, in a slow motion blurry surreal way.  It's the way Vanessa's smile would manifest itself if you could decorate according to her feelings.  There was no groom in sight, but we knew there would be a show.  It started off with a fashion show which was more art than fashion.  All white with burnt orange & gold tones highlighting shapes within each piece.  Some included babies and young children.  I see the beginning of a parade just around the corner and am filled with anticipation as it turns the corner.  The people keep laughing and cheering, the sparkling air keeps sparkling.

One of the last things I see is Vanessa as she joyously skips by.  She turns her head to look in different directions, hair trailing in slow motion behind her.  She's got a huge smile and of course, she's got her bangles.

Hopeful Dreams 11/27/2009

As I perused through FB, I saw a picture of Susan S. (the rev. :) ) and I remembered a dream from several nights ago.

I'm in a 4 door sedan with someone I don't know and every time the frame/point of view changes while driving it feels as if me and this person alternate as drivers.  We're on my brain's version of the 5 fwy heading downtown on a cold foggy night, maybe around 8 p.m. on a fall night.  Now I'm in the backseat surveying points of interest to see where I am and then the view is focused on my feet.  They start to twitch, followed by a slow movement of my legs.  

I'm excited and try to get out of the car in order to stand up and test out the girls.  The person I'm with now is Cecilia G.  and she asks me if I'd like to drive back.  With a fear of muscle spasms, I decline and get back in the car.  There's a bag of something we have to throw out but it's only allowed to be thrown out in a designated location.

The car is on cruise control but it's connected to a navigation system so it actually drives itself.  We come to a familiar dumping area but you have to drive in to the correct location and I roll my window down and proceed to hurl this bag over a 10 ft-high green-lined chain link fence.  In order to exit we can only drive forward to follow the path as it is the only way to exit.

Once we arrive at the exit, we are prevented from exiting.   It's dark and there are bright flood lights shining towards us making it impossible to see what's ahead.  Once I get out, I see Susan S. standing there with a blouse and dress skirt with huge "a ha" smile plastered across her face.  An overwhelming feeling of excitement surges up from my gut and I get out to tell her what happened.  Joyful tears are streaming down my face as I'm describing to her what had happened to me, and she says, "I know".  "We knew you'd be healed".  The surroundings become more clear and I find out that it's a surprise gathering/party in the most remote location being held to celebrate my healing.  And I'm walking......