It’s been a while since I’ve shared any of my weird freaky dreams, and since I had such a vivid one last night, I thought I’d indulge!
So last night, I dreamt it was me and RJ’s second wedding. Same type of venue, a beautiful beach setting, except it wasn’t NASNI Coronado. It was more of a really spread out and open white sand beach, except I couldn’t see the water. Hmm…maybe that makes it not a beach then. Whatever the case, it was bright, open, white, and happy.
Moving onto the wedding reception, somehow my parents’ old kitchen table, which currently resides at Jenny and Alby’s house, was present as the head table. It fit the beach theme well, due to the pastelly colors. Kristin catered the whole thing, for all the guests and even the work staff singlehandedly.
On our way back to the hotel, we somehow (by we, I mean the entire wedding) got trapped inside the resort, under seige by some other country (thus The Sound of Music…ish) and we needed to flee for our lives. We needed to travel stealthily throughout the day and recruited people (who happened to be students at UCR) with special skills to help us escape. Somewhere in there, someone suggested a trip to Las Vegas when we got out. I guess our wedding was at a beach by Vegas?
In the end, we found a hole in the attic floor with a zipline. It was our only hope, but in the process we’d be moving targets for the enemy. One girl proceeded to test her weight on it, and slipped and fell. We thought she was a gonor, but then we heard her yell for us. Apparently, there was a trap door where she landed and it was an escape route, an underground tunnel sort of deal to let prisoners free out of the resort. There was even a landing pad so it wouldn’t hurt.
For some reason when we escaped, I felt such a rush of relief and freedom, and was overwhelmed by emotions and said, “I’m so glad they made this underground railroad! Last time was so much harder to escape!” So I guess I had been under seige at that resort before and last time there was no easy escape? And I was foolish enough to come back, nay, have my wedding there?
I remember waking up and feeling the relief of freedom from perceived oppression, and thinking, I’m glad Jesus set us free. I know, randomly connected, but it was one of the first thoughts in my mind.
So. That was my dream. I slept a good solid 12 hours last night.






