Tuesday, 27. January 2009
Well, last night it happened. I had my second wedding-related dream. Both dreams have actually been nightmares in that NOTHING goes right in the dream. Luckily, in last night’s dream I was at least wearing the wedding dress that I bought, and not some long-sleeved lacy thing.
So here’s how it went last night. For starters, we definitely were not on the beach. We were in the woods on very rocky, unstable ground. The possibility of rolling down a cliff was very real. I was sitting in a little wooden shack all dressed and ready and kept looking outside at the ceremony site. There were like four people there. I couldn’t figure out where everyone was.
I quickly realized that I had never sent out the invitations. I had sent the save-the-dates and kept hoping that people would remember. They didn’t. There were no more than five people in attendance throughout the dream. Once I realized that no one else was coming, I decided to come out of the shack and proceed with the wedding. As soon as I saw my brother-in-law, Neil, I realized that Laef and I had never written our vows and had never discussed the ceremony with Neil. (Neil will be marrying us in real life).
Now I am starting to panic. I tell Laef to just make something up when it’s his turn to say his vows.
“Just say whatever comes to your mind. Whatever you think about you, me, us.”
(If you know Laef, winging it is not something that makes him happy).
I spend the remainder of the dream wondering how ghetto and unorganized Ben thinks I am for not remembering to send out invitations. I fear that people think “forgetting” was part of a bigger plan to save money.
I wake up before the wedding starts.
So today I am tired from “running all around” looking for my guests and trying to “write my vows” quickly.
Now, on to the second part of this blog. The dreamy part.
Oregon just hired a new wide receivers’ coach.
Are you kidding me?
Now, no one can hold a candle to Oregon’s dreamy-est coach of all time, Jeff T., but when did the Duckies start hiring Ken dolls?
I’m just sayin’. There weren’t any coaches that looked like that when I was there. Most of them were a)married b)50 c)had chew-stained teeth and d)were bald.