If Dreams Were Reality...

If dreams were reality, then my life would be complete. The reason why is because of this dream I had this morning. I'll fill you in now, but as a head's up, it is three pages (front and back) long hand-written.

Tia and I both had a guy we were dating, and had been for a little while. My guy was a lot like David Artuletta (at least, he could be compared to him, sort of...besides the being younger than me thing, more like looks and what seems to be a sweetness about him). People were discussing why they were dating us, and I grew concerned. I was on my knees for some reason and I began to cry. He knelt down next to me and I wrapped my arms around him and bawled. As I began to limp down from crying, my grip around him stayed, but I slid down him, until my face was buried in his back and my arms were tightly around him. He held tight to my arms and said to the people around, "I chose her cause I could; she's the one I want and I'm keeping her."

I was then at our old pastor's house with Mom. She was on the porch holding a large number of balloons. I didn't know what the party was for; Mom reminded me that it was Autumn's (my old pastor's granddaughter) birthday and the party was for her. Ethan (Autumn's brother) came out and accidentally popped most of the balloons and the rest blew away. The two went inside to fix things, but I stayed out in the side yard. I was trying to figure out something around this certain name. I thought it was my man's name, but it was changed so he could marry. Then these two vehicle loads of people arrived. They parked and went into the large side yard. They began to do this dance thing as I watched. I think my man was among them, but I don't know. We (Mom and I, and if there were others with us, them too) went home.

Mom, Tia, another woman, and I were upstairs doing something, I believe it was folding clothes. We were all talking and having a good time, but I know there was something they knew that I didn't, either said before now or whenever I walked out. Mom then asked me to go change the laundry; I didn't really feel like it, but I went. As I walked out of the room, I stopped for a moment to hear them talking. They didn't say much because they realized I hadn't gone down the stairs, but by what I heard, it was something about me getting engaged. I then headed downstairs to the laundry room. I pulled the clothes from the dryer and stacked them on the large pile of clean clothes that had accumilated. I then put the clothes from the watcher into the dryer, which happened to be my clothes. For some strange reason, as I loaded the drying, I was looking for a ring box in the damp clothing. Before I went back up, I let Emma (one of our dogs) and another small dog outside. Emma was chained up to the pole the phone line hooked to; the other small white puppy was hooked to nothing. I then went back upstairs.

Upon my arrival back upstairs, the three women were silent and smiling, and I became suspicious, but said nothing. After a while upstairs, we remembered the dogs were still out. We looked out the window and saw only Emma. I went out to fetch them. I called the tiny white dog and she came running from next door. I sent her into the house and proceeded to take Emma off the chain. She acted like she does when I am trying to get the shockie off her. She went inside as well.

I was then upstairs in the media classrooms area on campus (at least, it looked different yet similar, but I knew that's where I was). I was chilling on a couch, wearing jeans, a tee-shirt, my black zip-up hoodie, and a pair of clip-ons. I was just sitting there alone, people watching, minding my own business. My man came up and sat next to me; I didn't think much about it at all. He began talking about all these things, and us and what not. I wasn't watching him at all, but rather, still people watching. He then began to talk about our love and he kissed my forehead, a sticker or something staying there. The next thing I knew, he was slipping my Purity ring off and slipping another plain band onto my finger. I froze then when this happened because I knew what was going on. I somehow had said yes, though I don't remember saying it. He then explained what the ring said, and something about the quote or where he got it being in a movie or something. He kissed my forehead again and left.

My heart had practically stopped beating; I was in total disbelief that this had happened, so I went on like nothing was different. I wanted to see if anyone noticed anything, just to make sure I hadn't just dreamed it. I was a few rooms down from where I had been, now sitting with many people, including Lindsay Lyles. No one at first said anything, until Lindsay asked what was on my forehead. I then knew it was real. I then searched around for Lissa, just to make sure it was real, that a ring really had been put on my finger. She was in on the plan all along. Without words, just looking at each other, I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I really was engaged. We bounced around like giddy little girls for a second, but stopped quickly so no one would notice; family had to know before others.

Lissa led me somewhere, but I lost her, so I began looking in the rooms. The first two were empty, with stuff playing for media majors. The next room I came to was it; it was beautifully decorated, like a ceremony was going to happen, but it was only to celebrate me getting engaged. The first person to congratulate and hug me was April (my older sister). She was so proud of me and so happy for me and my man. The next was Mom. She kept whispering in my ear how proud she was, how happy she was, Mom stuff. We both then began to bawl tears of joy. When we were done I proceeded to hug Tia. Definately nothing big and dramatic as with Mom, but she was just as excited.

I then saw my reflection in the mirror on the back of the door. I was still in my frumpy clothes, my hair was gross, and I looked even worse from crying. I told Tia we needed to hurry and beautify me before stuff started. I then saw some of the guests who were arriving in the hall. The two I saw before I moved to the other side of the room were Brooke Harris (an old friend from middle school) and Jennifer Clanton; I was excited for guests arriving.

I then moved to the other side of the room, either to get ready or to hug Daddy. Once over there, Mom was fixing a few of the decorations with the lady arranging it all. She showed the lady the corrct color to fix something. I then realized that I really liked the color scheme, even though I usually wouldn't. It was bright pink (think hot pink, but not quite that bright) a periwinkle type blue, and lilac purple. There was also a fair deal of white everywhere as well.

That was where it ended. I think the oddest thing of it all was how real it was. Usually dreams aren't that real, but all the details, including my old pastor's house and yard and my home, were all as they really are. And so were all the people in it; in the dream they were the same as they are in real life, size, shape, and all. But it was a completely FABULOUS dream, and I wish it would have continued. Okay, that's a lie, I wish it was reality!


Songbird, signing out...