Almost Re-Married

        I dreamed that N was gone and I had somehow been talked into re-marrying. Not something I would think likely. We were all standing around waiting for my bride. She appeared to be a no-show.

“I guess she’s wised up.” I said. I was thinking that this was a smart thing, to not show up. My bride, a wide bottomed brown-haired woman, built much like CC now CL didn’t seem to me to be the marrying kind either, so I wondered what we’d been thinking.

“This is better for the tax situation, anyway.” One of the guests tried to console me. Strangely, I didn’t really think I needed consoling, I was in fact quite relieved.

“We understand if you want us all to leave, I’d be pretty depressed right now.”

Instead of being depressed about it, I decided that we would have the reception instead, a sort of “Coming to our Senses” celebration.  We started moving the chairs around and the caterers brought in the tables to convert the hall into a party room.

        The bride finally showed up. She was quite miffed that we’d started the party without the wedding. I explained that there would be no wedding; this was a “Coming to our Senses” celebration. She seemed to be somewhat relieved as well, but then bent over and mooned the assembly.

        My bride seemed to have a fire-hose under her skirts. The spray washed away the furniture and decorations leaving behind a sort of hay loft, and barn structure. The reaction of the spray flung her out of the scene also.

        “Now I know I’m dreaming,” one of my guests said.

        “No,” I thought, “I’m the one who’s dreaming.” I helped pull people up over the wet hay bales and we went back to our party until the dream dissolved into eating and dancing and chit chat that was entirely too random to remember.

Ad astra per technica,

FF