dream

had a dream last night. i was back at the rugby house, and assuming no one was home, i went down to the kitchen to grab some food. put some rice in the microwave and suddenly, had a craving for chicken. so for some reason, i grabbed a frozen chicken from the freezer and stuck it in the george forman grill thing we have. as it's cooking, i hear jess's voice from upstairs yelling "what is that smell? are you using some herb spiced marinade or something?" and i yell back "yea"

at this point, i am lying about the fact that i am cooking chicken and i'm frantic that no one knows, but i am still cooking said chicken. the rice is done and i pack them into these cupcake tins, the chicken is done and i toss it on the cupcake tined rice. as i'm trying to clean up the grill, kel comes downstairs and starts talking to me. i am adamant that they not know i am eating chicken and start coming up with lies in my head in case they ask. i decide that if they do, i'll tell them it's not chicken, it's seitan and they simply have no idea what it is...

then my dream skips and it's my wedding. yup, i'm apparently getting married and to who? not a clue. but i did have on a big white fluffy dress, and i don't know where my husband went, but apparently after the wedding, it was time for pictures! and wherever my wedding was at, it was freakin gorgeous: a beautiful and awe-inspiring old building, fireworks in the background and water up front. my dad starts snapping pictures of me as i'm walking along the edge, around the water. then my mom comes up with my aunts and others in tow, grabs my hand and starts running towards this boat and it's like cinderella's pumpkin carriage but on water. there are a couple of them, my dad and mom and i (along with a few others i don't see) get into one and as it drifts off into the water, there are tourists visiting the old building and the area waiting in line to either get in the building or ride one of these boats (i'm not sure) and they start applauding me.

it was an interesting dream, only because i assume i will probably never get married. oh, and i'm a flexitarian. why am i trying to not only hide the fact that i'm eating chicken, but... why am i trying to eat it in the first place? it was definitely not a sustainable and local chicken.

huh. i love that my weird dreams are back. hope for more!