I had this weird dream recently, of me getting married. My dress was this beautiful long simple silky cream slip, with straps, a little shorter in the front, so my black Alaïa’s pom pom heels were showing through. Instead of veil, I went with black leather jacket. I was kinda surprised at how good my dream wedding taste was.
Now you may ask why this is such a funny dream to me. Well, for all of you out there, Hi I’m Spela and I’ve never pictured myself getting married. Not as a little girl, not with my first real bf, certainly not as a 25 year old. The only one getting married were my Barbies, but even that was very rare occasion.
It was a concept so foreign to me, the dream, as realistic as it felt, left a strange afterthought. I thought about analyzing it, but I don’t know if I even want to know. I’m sure the explanation is something totally logical as me being messed up and I don’t need dream dictionary to tell me that fact. But it got me wondering nonetheless.
How do I feel about it today? Would I like to do it? And I’m still not sure. There was some joking in the past. Seeing random wedding pictures and proclaiming how I’d have the same dress or flowers or definitely the shoes. For a while, I really had the event concept down. But even then it still felt more of just a party, than a ceremonial ritual it is.
One would think I have some issues with commitment, which I really don’t. Even though walking down the aisle is not on my bucket list, I still imagine one day living in a duo. A kindred soul and no ceremonies needed.
Come to think of it, I can’t let this dreamy outfit go to waste, wedding or no wedding. Who is up for a fancy dinner party? ♥
