The dress had a full black skirt, very old-fashioned looking. The white lace bodice was the only thing indicating it might be a wedding dress. A white spanish veil kept falling, and my hair was black. I snuck a glimpse of the groom as I was escorted through winding passageways and a myriad of doors. Filled with excitement when I recognized him, i realized I couldn't wait till we got married. The image of his face filled with excitement is branded in my memory; I remember it exactly from my youth. It seemed like what I had been waiting for forever. the anticipation was prolonged by what seemed like an eternity for us to get to the red velvet room where it would happen. I snuck into the bathroom to fix my hair right before the ceremony. Looking into the mirror, I couldn't recognize myself. My face with black hair and dark eyes. I most certainly recognized the groom. I most certainly recognized all the feelings from my 16 year old self. I miss being able to feel that way so freely now.
We moved into a house, which I thought was one bedroom at first. It was nicely appointed, and cozy, it felt perfect for us. Some friends came over to visit, and when I gave them a tour, I kept discovering rooms and spaces, filled with furniture. Sprawling spaces with neo-modern sixities furniture; mustard yellow sectionals, a pool table, avocado green walls, brocade pillows, hanging ball light fixtures, brushed metal. I realized I had everything I ever wanted and was only discovering more. And I wanted to share it. Invite all my friends to come live, create a commune, with enough space for us all to have our own space, but be together, to hang out as we pleased. I just wanted us all to share in my happiness. A winding road to get here, lots of waiting and anticipation, lots of convoluted passageways, but a nice place to be.
A lovely dream for this new year.
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