Who could possibly tell if it was a good sign or a bad sign if one were to dream of something futuristic? Some may say it depends on the content of it, some may say it's a God sent message to reach it, yet the mind is in daze of the wonder of such dream that brought so much glee in the heart and soul.
Perhaps it's because I love you much and perhaps it's that "one day" thing that I try to think less of so it would actually come true; I wouldn't know. All I felt in it was love, happiness and it felt so right.
So it was last night's dream that made it so impossible for me to tell you because I might be shy to admit the fact that I loved it, because it's so unexpected for a girl who's never even thought about the issue and maybe because I want it to actually happen someday? :$ I'm sorry i'm a sucker for love Sweety. Hehe.
Okay, it started casually, it was at my grandmother's old house, something stupid that I can't recall; there wasn't me and you yet. It was me and somebody else. I know I was looking drenched and tired and I was so busy with things. I was taking in the clothes as the rain drizzled down. And the next thing I remember was people were dressing me up, preparing me for something I, the dreamer, couldn't quite click into mind. Then the vision just dashed me off to a bombastic huge hall, there were sooooo many people in there and I was standing - in a beautiful white gown, wearing comfortable heels, smiling so widely, my arm was linked in yours. As for you, you were suited up in a handsome tuxedo, your face was glowing as mine was as well. Your eyes were trained on me, just as how the crowd's eyes were on me. It was the most magnificent feeling to stand by you, with God knows how many people were there as witness to this bright - golden, white, red - matrimonial ceremony of us. Yes sweetheart, that's why it's special - it's our wedding.
It was very strange though that in the dream, I refused to choose my father to walk down the aisle with me. I wanted you by my side as I walked down, it seemed that I didn't want my man to wait for my arrival by the altar, rather I want him with me, stand by me, entering this new world with me. And it was a very new experience where I, as the bride, was given so much compliment on how beautiful I looked, how tears were shed that I don't look like me, how it's amazing a plain and simple girl could be glowing in her fair gown, glitter like an expensive material as the colour gold of the setting compliments her smile and she just looks happy beside her soon to be husband.
Flowers were sprinkled above us as we passed the roaring crowd, I see my friends, I see your friends, our families, you squeezed my hand when we were nearing the altar. When reaching the steps, you let go of me and the overwhelming feeling of having you as mine soon made me stutter in breath. While I climbed the steps up the altar, once again I was complimented on beauty, on amazement and there and then, you took my hand again and for some reason I felt safe and loved. I turned to look at the crowd and I was embraced with reality, shocking my system that i'm about to begin a new life with you. It was hard to imagine the life we had before at that moment.
We were then seated by the side after the ceremony, gifts were being placed in the front. We had piles of it - quite unbelievable. Our wedding seemed so poshed and gay. It's funny how when I reflected on our conversation of marriage, I remembered telling you I only wanted something simple but you wanted it big and eventful. Lol. But maybe, something like this dream might be a dream come true. As the crowd watched us sitting together on the altar side, while gifts were slowly being placed on the creatively decorated table, I held your hand, remembering how these hands used to be just normal lovers, and comparing them to the present dream. Then you started kissing my hand like you always do. I guess at that time I was too overwhelmed to say anything, so I just leaned on your shoulder.
At that moment, I closed my eyes, everything was dark and passionate, and when I opened them, I appeared in another room. I was sitting facing the dressing table. My reflection was staring back at me and my hair was no more mounted with the veil, my make up was lighter now as it was wiped off and I wasn't in my gown. I then started to wonder what happened to the bright and happy wedding. On my right was the toilet door and it was partially open. I was still wondering and questioning myself, was I dreaming only? Did the wedding not happen?
Then only I heard your voice coming from the toilet calling me "Asawa" which then sent bolts of joy down my body. I pushed the door open to see whether it's really you, and yes I saw you and you smiled at me. I kept staring until you came over to kiss me gently. Once again, I felt as if everything was right. I've got you, your scent, your touch and your love. I couldn't remember what you said before you kissed me again and that's when the dream ended. Sadly, it ended and I woke up smiling and wondering where I was. Until it clicked to me that i'm currently an 18 year old student, dating you who appeared to be across South China Sea, and so far so good, i'm in love with you. The amount of joy in my heart this morning was undescribable but questions of losing you were taunting my mind. What if this dream was a bad sign. :/ I pray not and i'll keep having faith.
Hence, finally I have a dream of my own wedding. Perhaps this not much of a girl your dating, could finally be a girl in some ways. :)
