Commitment Phobic Dream Interpretation Pt. 1
Even my subconscious thinks I’m nuts
So the other night, I have a very, very vivid dream that left me very freaked out for days after involving my best friends, a distant ex, and heinous bridesmaid gowns. Unsure if the trigger for such an odd scenario was a very real fear of marriage, or just bad fashion, when it seemed all the friendly advice and online dream interpretation sites in the world couldn’t help me, I turned to the one place that has never let me down: Craigs1ist.
Turns out there’s an open forum where you can discuss anything from gardening to marriage with complete and total, and likely completely crazy, strangers. I decided a category labeled “Psychology” was the best fit for seeking legitimate advice.
Need help interpreting a dream
So I had this very vivid, very strange dream the other night that has me totally freaked out. Any insight or opinions would be very appreciated.
I am standing in a large house looking out the large, open windows to the back yard where it seems a wedding is about to take place. Then I look down and realize I am dressed in my dream Vera Wang gown. I am the bride. I go into a bit of a panic, hoping to find someone I know to explain what is going on since, as far as I know, I am not even currently dating anyone, but I don’t want to go out to the backyard where the bridesmaids and audience is already gathered.
Looking out to the scene, I realize the bridemaids who are my best girlfriends, are wearing the most hideous vibrant purple silk gowns. I am mortified. My sister comes and finds me, I am relieved except for the fact that she is wearing a matching gown but hers is an even more awful vibrant teal!! I am holding back tears when I realize I am about to have most awful, uncoordinated and tacky wedding ever. I scream at her asking what the hell she thinks she is doing wearing teal when the others are wearing purple. She responds that she is the maid of honor and therefore can wear what she wants.
The only thing holding me back from smacking her is a dying need to know who it is I am supposed to marry. She tells me it is an ex who I haven’t seen in a long time. I then frantically ask to see him to which she says there is no time as the music is starting and it is time to go down the aisle and she attempts to lead me down the aisle. I start screaming and trying to get away as she forcefully begins to push me down the aisle.
I wake up screaming in a cold sweat.
Worth noting:
- I work in the fashion industry in Los Angeles
- I wasn’t disappointed or ecstatic with the choice of groom
- I am the 28 year old “old maid” of my traditional Catholic-Mexican family. My sister is younger and married.
Tune in tomorrow to see what kind of legitimate advice I get.
