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.