Big News

In what must be the biggest news of the millennium so far,
I’m going to DC.

Lifelike

I had the craziest dream last night. I was getting married to a girl I know, Jessie (who actually just got married to a good friend of mine), and there were hundreds of people at the wedding. It looked like such an extravagant wedding, and everyone was dressed up, and Jessie looked so beautiful in her dress — and yet I didn’t want to marry her. I knew I didn’t love her, but I hadn’t said anything yet. And I was about to commit myself to her for the rest of my life, say “I do” in front of everybody. I couldn’t do it. I shouted out, “I don’t want to do this! I’m hot happy!” and so on. Jessie knew it was coming, but she hadn’t said anything. I had kept wondering why she was going to marry me if she knew I wasn’t happy. I kept waiting for her to break it off. It’s like we were both calling each other’s bluffs. But she wasn’t breaking it off, and at the end, I had to.

The thing is, she really didn’t WANT to get married either; she just didn’t want to be the “bad guy” and break off the wedding.

It was the strangest dream. So vivid, I can still remember the room, the people, like I was really there. Freaky.