Married
The action of my dream began in a large barn-shaped house somewhere slightly outside the city. A large crowd was present, with much drinking and dancing, and I came to realize that this was my own wedding reception.
I'd met the girl a week before, at a party in this same house, we'd quickly become close, and had decided to marry the following week. Now, here I was, a week later, married to the girl, and it had all happened before I could even think about it.
As I began to panic, my new wife came up behind me. Trying to resume a friendly disposition, I said, "Hey Kim!"
"It's Meg," she answered. "I'm your wife, and my name is Meg."
Noticing the immediate look of embarrassment and horror sweep over my face, she gave me a friendly elbow to the ribs to let me know that she wasn't offended.
"You'd better get it right next time, though," she added, winked, and walked off.
The interchange actually made me feel a little better about the situation, so I began to reflect on how to come to terms with the new direction my life was taking.
Needing to use the restroom, I wandered upstairs (where I'd never been), to find a series of adults' and kids' bedrooms, all obviously occupied, judging from the piles of clothes on the floor and unmade beds.
Rejoining the party, I wandered over to Meg. "I didn't know you had roommates?"
"Oh, no," she said. "That's just my one brother, ___, and his two daughters, and my other brother, ___, and his two kids. They've been staying here for a while."
"Hmm, okay," I answered.
"And my little daughter, too, of course," she added, parenthetically.
Trying to downplay my surprise at this most recent revelation, I commented, "Oh, I don't seem to recall you mentioning them, but that's cool. Kids are great."
About this time, four very large dogs came tearing through the middle of the crowd, tailed by one of the grown brothers who was shouting at them to get back outside. I found no alternative but to deduce that the dogs were residents of the house, as well.
"I'm gonna take a little while to think about all this," I told my new wife. "You think people will miss me if I go take a walk around?"
"Oh, no, no problem at all. It's been a big day. Take some time out if you need a few minutes."
"Thanks," I responded with a weak smile. For about an hour, I paced around the outside of the house, looking in a window now and again at the festivities inside, and doing my best to reconcile myself with the new situation.
I'd met the girl a week before, at a party in this same house, we'd quickly become close, and had decided to marry the following week. Now, here I was, a week later, married to the girl, and it had all happened before I could even think about it.
As I began to panic, my new wife came up behind me. Trying to resume a friendly disposition, I said, "Hey Kim!"
"It's Meg," she answered. "I'm your wife, and my name is Meg."
Noticing the immediate look of embarrassment and horror sweep over my face, she gave me a friendly elbow to the ribs to let me know that she wasn't offended.
"You'd better get it right next time, though," she added, winked, and walked off.
The interchange actually made me feel a little better about the situation, so I began to reflect on how to come to terms with the new direction my life was taking.
Needing to use the restroom, I wandered upstairs (where I'd never been), to find a series of adults' and kids' bedrooms, all obviously occupied, judging from the piles of clothes on the floor and unmade beds.
Rejoining the party, I wandered over to Meg. "I didn't know you had roommates?"
"Oh, no," she said. "That's just my one brother, ___, and his two daughters, and my other brother, ___, and his two kids. They've been staying here for a while."
"Hmm, okay," I answered.
"And my little daughter, too, of course," she added, parenthetically.
Trying to downplay my surprise at this most recent revelation, I commented, "Oh, I don't seem to recall you mentioning them, but that's cool. Kids are great."
About this time, four very large dogs came tearing through the middle of the crowd, tailed by one of the grown brothers who was shouting at them to get back outside. I found no alternative but to deduce that the dogs were residents of the house, as well.
"I'm gonna take a little while to think about all this," I told my new wife. "You think people will miss me if I go take a walk around?"
"Oh, no, no problem at all. It's been a big day. Take some time out if you need a few minutes."
"Thanks," I responded with a weak smile. For about an hour, I paced around the outside of the house, looking in a window now and again at the festivities inside, and doing my best to reconcile myself with the new situation.