A new books list

After the previous focus on dream themes, a particularly strange and memorable one. Marcus and I were getting married, a small, non-traditional wedding in a building alongside a lake, somewhere here in Australia. I was stressed out because none of my friends and family were there, which we realized at that moment was because we hadn't sent them the invitation. Then my mom showed up and I felt better, though we weren't sure if we should go ahead or if we should postpone. We had a two-person huddle and hemmed and hawed, not sure what to do. Finally we decided to just go for it. There were maybe 30 people in attendance, most of whom I didn't know. Only two of Marcus's friends had RSVPd and they were late (as usual). Marcus was wearing jeans and a dress shirt. I was wearing a blue-green dress. I started walking down the "aisle" then Marcus came over and we walked down together. There were three lawyer-type officiants at the end, apparently in charge of the ceremony (Marcus must have organized this part). They were cheeky guys, and they seemed intent on questioning me. They asked me what my religious creation was (which somehow in the dream I knew to interpret this as my religious persuasion). I replied with, "I don't have one, but I can create a religion for you." He didn't like that very much, then asked if I believed in signs. I pointed at the cross behind him and told him there was a religious sign right behind him if that's what he was looking for. Then he had one of the other officiants pull a kleenex out of the box and hover it below his hand. He asked me what it was, and I told him it was static cling. He really didn't like me. While all this discourse was going on, some lady behind me (someone neither Marcus or I recognized, so clearly some of the people who worked into the building were sneaking into our very small wedding) was flapping her jaw, so I turned to her and told her that vocal additions were not welcome at my wedding. The officiant got mad at me for being rude to my wedding attendees. But then something really strange happened. There was a bunch of commotion outside the windows, a group of people coming out of the lake carrying an orange-tinted body. We looked out and watched the near-drownee vomit up water, then watched more bodies, very lifeless bodies, get taken out of the water. The officiant asked me what I thought of these for signs, then they called for all the men in attendance to help the rescue party. Clearly the wedding was over. While Marcus went out to help, I grabbed mom and looked for secluded part of the building to decompress and at that point my sister Anna walked in. For some reason I knew she was in town, and I recall my dad and Laura telling me they had dropped her off somewhere earlier. Which means dad and Laura were at the wedding, but I don't actually remember them being there. Clearly my mom was the only Tina person at the wedding. So mom, Anna and I found a couch to sit down at and Anna raved about the best cake she'd ever had, an Aldi cake, and wasn't it amazing how it was supermarket cake and so cheap. Mom and Anna also proclaimed that the breakfast wedding was a great idea and that when we rescheduled the wedding, we should stick to the breakfast theme. I woke up disturbed, and had another night of curling right into Marcus to try to calm down. Dreams are very strange, though not entirely unintelligible. Muddled. We've been going to quite a lot of weddings lately (and more engagements keep popping up!) so that's definitely where the wedding theme came from. One of the weddings we went to was at quite a beautiful church, and some random people wandered in and sat through the wedding, so that explains the strangers in the dream. Some of our friends are having a brunch-timed engagement party in a few weeks, so that may explain the breakfast theme. And we watched this episode of Bondi Rescue where they pulled out a dude who had drowned and didn't have a pulse when they pulled him onto the beach. After some intensive CPR, he came to and started vomiting out the ocean he'd swallowed, so I think that explains the drowned guys in the lake. That and all of the murder shows that come up on TV simmering into something morbid to be manifested in my dreams. Still unnerving.