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A Dream Such a Beautiful Dream

It's important to know that as a kid I had practiced lucid dreaming. Doing a quick Google search I did you the easy work. "A lucid dream is a dream during which the dreamer is aware that they are dreaming." What's interesting about this is that with the knowledge of being able to discern that you're in a dream you have a better chance at being able to control it.

With time, I was able to steer my dreams to a certain extent. One aspect of my dreams that both fascinates and terrifies me is that my dreams feel hyper-realistic. If I'd shake someone's hand in my dream it would the same if I did it in "the real world", so to speak.

There are dreams that honestly make me question reality. I'd wake up and stare at the ceilings and piece together whether what I just saw was merely a story in my head or if it was a memory. There will also be dreams that are so intense for me that I'm forced to process it all for the rest of the day. Last week, I had such a dream. 

I was at a beautiful wedding reception. Seating with the kids and eating bread we were playing some random game. I remember looking up and seeing the groom looking at me from the other side of the room.

He was your quintessential boy next door grown up. He had dirty blond hair and sweet green eyes. Taller than me, he stood at maybe 6"3" or 6"4". He should have looked happy but he wasn't. He looked like he was in trouble. Was he getting cold feet? I kept trying to make eye contact with him but he'd avoid it. I looked around for the bride to be but she wasn't anywhere in sight, which I found odd since we were at the reception.

"Everyone, please gather around!" A bridesmaid waved her arms and we all surrounded her. She looked panicked as well. "IT'S lost!" Everyone gasped while I looked around confused. What's lost? The bride? The priest? Someone's wallet? "We need to find it!"

"Wait, what's lost?" I tried to say but people kept interrupting me. I was pulled by a random guest and went to search for something. We were combing through the venue frantically searching for the missing item. I'd try to ask those around me but no one would answer. I was utterly lost and just scrambling to find a random item.

After what felt like hours, everyone was gathered around murmuring and sharing information. I kept trying to say something but someone would shout over and interrupt me. Now it's important to note a couple of things: 1. I have a short temper sometimes and 2. I'm terrible at finding things (I totally hated I-Spy books)! Mix those two together and your bitch was ready to explode.

"WHAT THE HELL IS LOST?!" I shouted and everyone fell silent. They all took a step back and turned to the groom, who almost looked like he's in pain. "What's lost?" I asked again in a softer tone.

"Your ring, I lost your ring." I was left speechless as I looked at the groom. He hung his head low and clutched his hands together, knuckles turning white from the pressure he was putting on himself. Then suddenly a wave of realization washed over me.

This was my wedding, these people were my guests, and the man who stood in shame before me was the man I wanted to commit myself to. At that moment, I felt it all. I felt the hard crash in my chest that could only be described as devotion. I silently walked forward to him and without any hesitation, I rested my hands on his cheeks. Even with his face in my hands, he couldn't bring himself to look at me.

"Please, look at me." Slowly shifting his gaze, he looked me in the eyes. Tears were welling his green eyes and it literally pained me to see this. "I love you," I began to speak. "The decision to marry you isn't one that I take lightly. Marriage to me is the ultimate choice, it's the choice to go from me to us. It's the choice to want to spend the rest of my life with someone special." I took his right hand in my left hand. "The ring being lost won't stop that. A ring isn't our marriage. Marriage is me telling you now that I will travel to the ends of the Earth for you. From where the sun rises to where it sets I will love you. You are the man I want to spend the rest of my days with.

I took a step forward and rested my head on his chest. "I love you madly and I want to be there for you." He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight embrace. He felt so warm in my arms. I felt like I could stay there forever this was what I had been yearning for so long. I could hear the thudding of his heartbeat against me. I could feel his grip on my body.

He pulled away from the embrace that he started. "It's really alright that there's no ring?" He double-checked with me.

"You're not going to get let out of this marriage that easily!" I teased him. He laughed and the total atmosphere of the room changed to a bubbly one. We started to walk away together hand in hand.

"Aren't you scared of the superstitious implications?"

"Nope!"

A devilish grin spread across his face. "Does that mean we can sleep in the same room tonight!"

I laughed and playfully slapped his chest. "You're unbelievable!"

The dream began to fade away as I opened my eyes feeling full of dread. The reality of the situation was that I was alone.