Dream World

I had the oddest dream, as I usually do. Technicolor, grabbing action, laments and triumphs, the kind of dreams movies are made of.
It's beena few hours, so my memory is a bit muddled.
I was at a wedding. I don't recall whose it was. Tons of people were there, mostly old friends and acquaintances from high school, even grade school, people I haven't seen or spoken to in over a decade.
I was sitting in a laced and flowered-up chair next to a girlfriend of mine that Ive recently reconnected with. Everyone around us was crying and touching her shoulder and offering her condolences as if she was dying. I heard one person whisper, "cancer."
I looked to her. She was calm, seemingly in no pain or distress. I glanced down to her legs and the skin was raw and red and oozing violet puss. I was horrified.
I asked her if she was in pain.
"I'm dying," she said, "there is no pain in that."
I then looked around the room and it was empty but for dozens of elaborately decorated wedding cakes. I walked slowly by each one, taking the detail in, the beauty of each curve and swirl of icing, the fresh flowers cascading down the sides of the tiers like a garden falling down a bank of snow.
I wanted to dip my finger into each one, taste them, devour them. But I was scared to touch them, as if my fingers would be singed, burned raw, oozing puss like my friend's legs. I ran from the room, screaming, and fell to the wet sand, digging my hands in, covering them up to my wrists. I could hear the waves in the distance, but when I looked up, the sea was calm.

Maybe I'll try to analyze it another day. Ill get my dream dictionary out and get to work.

Back Jack

Oh, my holy high heck, I'm finally back. And of course, I have nothing substantial to say. Work is boring and stinky, my house is finally at a mediocre level of cleanliness, I'm flat broke, my kid is scooting away to the coast for 4th of July, so I get to cuddle up with my man for a full 48 hours. Don't know what we will do with ourselves...haha. God, I love being in love. And most importantly, I love being in love with HIM. I'm a-fluttering all over. OK, enough mushy stuff.
Now, I'm sleepy and want to go online and look at wedding bouquets just for the whatever of it. Geeze, I'm a bit on the pathetic side, aren't I?
I promise, I will write something more entertaining or poetic and meaningful soon. Ciao!