Friday, April 24, 2009
Last night I dreamed that the Captain and I were late for the wedding because my SUV didn't have any wheels on it when we walked out of the house. So we had to hitch a ride to the church on a cotton trailer that was passing on the road. October is cotton picking time around here, so there are always trailers of cotton heading to the gins in the delta.
Anyway, the cotton trailer was packed so tall that in order to keep me from falling off the top, the Captain had to bury me down in the cotton, and with me in my wedding dress, he couldn't find me in all that cotton when we got to the church. He was frantic, throwing cotton onto the church lawn, searching for me, and calling my name. I remember being so scared I was going to suffocate. I kept sticking my hand in the air, but I never felt him grab it. When I woke up, I was fighting to get out from under the sheet and quilt on the bed.
My god, am I going crazy? Who dreams stuff like that???