Dreaming in Digital

We were in a mansion, with brick walls as an interior. Everyone was getting ready in the same rooms. Cookie was shaving his face with a cheap, pink, dual-bladed, disposable ladies' razer when I came in the room with the bridesmaids. I exclaimed I forgot to shave my legs and asked Cookie if I may use one of his razers. Of course he let me. He had two bags: one standard shape, and the other had a concaved, crescent blade. I took a crescent one and immediately went to a sink. There were many sinks in a line across the wall. Wetting my leg and then the razer, I did my best to avoid razer burn as I shaved the one centimetre long leg hairs. The razer pulled and I felt stinging pain.

When Cookie was done, he sat on the white-sheeted bed next to me. I looked up, seeing his navy pants legs to the white cap on his head. He was in his naval officer's uniform from the Navy. His coat was decorated with a few medals on his chest. I immediately felt flushed and lustful. I didn't realize the groomsmen were required to wear their uniforms instead of a suit. Before I could comment, they were called to the altar.

As the bridemaids watched the men leave, I heard one say they look gorgeous. I replied, "I'll have to keep [this memory] in my spank bank."

The reception was more like a nightclub with each corner of the room having a different theme, lighting and music. It was messy. I showed my mom, seated at my table, the bride's spending - which was over budget. She grabbed it and showed it to everyone, frantically. I yelled for her to stop or the bride will hate me but it was too late.

The next morning, Cookie and I got packed. Shortbread was getting a ride home with us. We went from room to room, looking for things we could take home with us. Items that wouldn't be missed. Shortbread took a small potted plant.

I felt terrified. When I was alone with my mom, I begged her that I didn't want to go. ”I read the Bible, but I don't know it well!"

20250201 It was a beautiful spring day. The leaves were bright green in the sun. I took Baby out on a front facing stroller on public transit, where we got off on a busy street corner near the lake of our metropolitan city. I pushed Baby not far, until we reached a kiosk selling books, board games, plush animals and VHS with bright, realistic illustrations of animals.

I turned the corner to see if they were there. Spritz and his mother were behind the counter, helping customers with transactions while his younger sister sat on the carpeted floor in a white dress, talking and thanking customers and people that came. Spritz was the first to notice me and waved. He had his normal haircut but with experimental short bangs, and his glasses turned into shades in the UV sunlight.

When the crowd left, I approached them and introduced Baby. I asked if she still had copies of the children's book she illustrated and that I'd like to buy a copy.