Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Ill-Fated Wedding

I always dream that I am in India. I don't know why.

This time we had gone for a friend's wedding. Maybe one of A's friends. I don't know who exactly it was. Many of our friends from Baton Rouge were also there, but it wasn't their wedding; it was some unknown person.

So A and the rest of the guys are busy upstairs with the groom, and even though I don't know the bride, I go help her get ready. She is dressed in all her finery and we chat briefly. She seems nice enough.

Right before the wedding is to begin, she gets onto the back of an elephant, but then something goes wrong, and the elephant tips over and crushes her and so there is no wedding.

Later, I was driving but not very well because I wasn't used to the car. I kept accelerating and decelerating too fast. A. was in the backseat and was going to get motion sick, so I swung into a parking lot and told him that he could drive. And drive he did, much better than me.

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I think that I had this dream because I watched that awful Iggy Azalea "Bounce" video yesterday and this was my subconscious telling me exactly what I really thought of the video and Iggy Azalea in particular.

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