I fell back asleep and had the following dream...
I was finishing some kind of race, possibly a triathlon (Oh, it's one of
those FUNNY dreams!) and came running out of the water, running up the
sand, up a little hill and THREW myself over the finish line. I'm
pretty sure I was ahead until that last little sprint. No time to dwell
on that though, because the next part of our challenge was being
explained, and it involved....possibly jumping out of a plane and I was
terrified. Here's where we transition into a different scene. These
things that look like wheelchairs show up, with some weird fan thing
attached to the back that we're supposed to use to fly to our next
location....the next location being where I have to go to get ready to
be in someone's wedding. I'm worried because 1) I don't want to fly and
2) I'm worried my hair will get caught in the fan. I turn to
someone....and say something along the lines of how I wish I had
something to put my hair in ponytail, but why WOULD I have one because I
always leave my hair down when I exercise and how was I supposed to
know we'd be flying in something like that. Actually, I told the person
that "this is the conversation I'm having in my head...."
I could NOT get that stupid chair to fly. My parents could.....no
problem. My dad was messing around and flying it backwards for
awhile...probably to mock me. To get it going you had to roll along
like a wheelchair but only using one hand and gain enough speed to take
off, but there weren't a lot of long, flat areas of land available to
take off from. At one point, this covered wagon being pulled by a horse
came down the path...then the horse took off. He looked like he was
running toward me, but he veered off to my left. The wagon was actually
a place to buy souvenirs. I made an Oregon Trail joke with the guy
working in the cart, but he wasn't really following me. I was willing
to trade ammunition for something. (No, I didn't have any...it was a
joke.) He also didn't seem to care that the horse had run off. I
wanted to buy something but had to get to the wedding so I left.
I ended up NEVER getting in the air. Well, at one point I think I
got a little bit off the ground (1 foot max), but panicked and came back
down. Eventually I end up at this courtyard that's at the entrance to
this building where the wedding is taking place. There's a hotel and I
need to find the room where we're getting ready.
My parents have gone to change, and the first time I see them, I
think my mom is in a shirt and pants and my dad is in a wedding dress,
but the next time I see them they're dressed normally. Later I pass by a
little cafe and my mom is sitting in there having a snack with my
brother, who is really young (maybe 7, as opposed to his real age of 22).
This whole hallway is full of rooms with people getting ready for
weddings. I finally find ours and it's filled with people getting
ready....like maybe 5 other girls. They were pretty much all people
from high school. Two girls are wearing white. At first I think "Oh,
the maid of honor is wearing something like Pippa's dress!" (Only, it
had a texture that Pippa's dress didn't have and also it was really thin
- I could pretty much see through it in the light.) Then I had moment
where I was confused about which girl in white was the bride, and I had
to check the sign on the door to be sure. The sign on the door had all
of our names and why we were in the wedding. I can't remember WHICH one
was the bride, but the sign
did answer my question and
apparently I was a good friend from high school who had continued to be
supportive when the bride-to-be had moved to Toronto.
I start to get ready and realize I don't have ANY of my make
up...I've left it at home. I look at the other girls, thinking maybe I
can get away with the make up I have in my handbag, but they're all
super done up. I go track down my dad and tell him he's going to have
to fly back over to where the cars are parked and run to my place to get
my stuff. We should have time. It's only about 1pm and the wedding
isn't until 7:30. He
has to go because not only did I switch
handbags and not have any make up with me at ALL - but I also didn't
have any Diet Coke (#BridesmaidFAIL). I have a really hard time giving
him instructions on where to go and what to bring back, and at one point
he calls me to say what he's grabbing, but hangs up before I can give
better instructions and make sure he has everything.
That's about it, but I also remember complaining about the flying
chairs. Apparently mine was made of a cheaper plastic while everyone
else had metal ones. Had I KNOWN the place wasn't that far (about a
mile away) - I would've just walked instead of spending all that time
TRYING to make it fly.
