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Weddings and things

The strangest dream yet, of late.

I married him and he married me. Me in a white dress and flowers in my hair – how stereotypical is that? – and him in a black suit, or was it dark blue?

I don’t remember the people, I don’t remember the place, I just remember the music and I remember him, smiling with that sideways smile and holding my hand.

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To dream that you are getting married to your ex suggests that you have accepted aspects of that relationship and learned from those past mistakes.

To wear a wedding dress in your dream indicates that you are evaluating and assessing your personal relationship.

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Dreaming about your own wedding ceremony indicates you will soon encounter a life situation that will require you to make an important decision. Once this decision is made, it will significantly influence the course of future events.

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In love

You cannot make someone love you.

You just have to let them go.

It is hard and it is painful.

There is only pain and darkness.

Recurring dream, maybe

I was walking through the streets of a city that I didn’t recofnized. It was busy and bright, full of light and the air was cool and crisp. The morning was just beginning but the people were already out and about.

We were holding hands when suddenly I lost my grip and he disappeared. I never saw him again.

Then there was someone else with me, I didn’t recognize his face, but I knew him. We talked and were familiar to each other. We were looking for something or someone, but I don’t remember.

From darkness to light

I had a dream and Anthony was in it.

The dream started dark and hazy and suddenly became light and crisp coolness. It was a New Year’s Eve party and we were inside a bar. The bar was big and crowded and in near absolute darkness, it smelled of people and alcohol, mixed in with perfume and sweat. It smelled like a party smells after is nearly done but not quite so.

A was wearing jeans and a plaid shirt with a gray t-shirt underneath, I don’t remember what I was wearing. Unlike my usual dreams, on this one I couldn’t see myself, but I could see everything from my perspective. We were holding hands and pushing through the crowd, we were together. Then, I lost him, I didn’t have his hand anymore.

We were walking out of the bar, through a long corridor with big rectangular windows to our right and sunlight flooding in. Still we pushed through the crowds when I saw a friend. I turned waved at her and then . . . I lost him, his hand was no longer in mine. I spoke politely with my friend, let her shoe me the outside garden.

Through a door next to the windows we went outside, and saw a tidy garden with wooded flower boxes full with tall leafy green plants. She told me her job was to grow them. I smiled at her, said good-bye and continued to the outside. The garden and the wood patio was surrounded by a wooden wall and as I walked outside I noticed we were on the top of a mountain covered with snow.

There was a down slope where people were sitting enjoying the morning sun, and there is where I found him. Sitting in the sun, surrounded by snow and strangers. I sat beside him.

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To dream that you are at a public bar signifies your desire to escape from the stresses of your daily life and retreat into a light-hearted environment where pleasure abounds. Alternatively, you are seeking acceptance in some aspect of your daily life.  The dream may also be a pun on being “barred” from some place or something. You are feeling excluded or held back by circumstances beyond your control.

To dream that you are holding hands with someone represents love, affection and your connection with that person. Your dream may also reflect anxieties about losing touch with him/her or that you are drifting apart.

To dream that you find someone indicates that you are identifying new facets of a relationship. You may be taking the relationship to a new level and/or direction.

In love

I love him, I love him so,

I feel his pain as mine, he does not feel mine so,

To wait in vain for him to come,

To conquer his fear, but he does not,

He walks alone, but then I see,

He loves me so? But no, not ever, no . . . 

I endure the pain, my broken soul,

I walk away with my broken pieces nothing more,

To him I went, but no more,

To him, for him my heart yearns so much,

He knows not how deep in my soul he is?

He wonders why I don’t come back to him?

No, he knows not,

No, he wonders not,

No, his fear is his, 

No, my love is mine.