Last night, I had a dream that I was getting married to Chuck Norris. I have no idea what happened to my current husband, but apparently, I was ready to re-marry. Though I was planning on wearing the same dress I initially got married in, I had to do the dishes right before the ceremony. Apparently, a very large group of people had recently eaten spaghetti, and my dress acquired several spaghetti sauce stains. I told my Mom that it didn’t really matter, because the dress still had a champagne stain on it from my previous wedding reception. Regardless, she insisted that I needed a new dress, and some of my old American Funds co-workers magically appeared to help me with the search. We went into this large house, where a family was preparing elaborate beaded outfits for an upcoming Rodeo. We finally convinced the family to let me borrow a white-and-cream gown that was made entirely of beads. There was a green headdress made of pointed tissue paper that went with the gown. I proceeded to dress myself in this lovely get-up, when I realized that I was running late (20 minutes late, to be exact: the wedding was scheduled at 7 PM, and it was 7:20). I ran to the church and up to the altar, faced my husband-to-be…and then woke up.
Oddly enough, I recognize where several of these dream elements came from. My husband moved one of our wedding pictures to a more prominent place a few days ago. The local news last night featured a story on the local Stock Show and Rodeo. My husband also told me he was going to bring Lone Wolf McQuade home so I could review it for the film blog. Though I admire Chuck Norris, and find his campaigning efforts for Huckabee entertaining, I have never had a crush on him. So my desire to get hitched to him, even subconsciously, seems a little strange. I told my husband about the dream this morning. His response: “That’s okay. I’m willing to share you with Chuck.” Nice to know…
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