Dreaming in Digital

20250224 Cookie and I had to attend a wedding. Cookie was part of the wedding party and I was his guest.

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A man, his daughter and his wife lived in a small village with a church. The daughter reached the age when she must find a husband, or she'll be tossed out of society. Her parents chose a cow to be her groom, but she told them she already have someone else in mind - the priest at the church.

The priest was an elderly gentleman in his 70s that was slender built and still strong on his feet. He wasn't a very kind person despite his role, but she wanted to marry him nonetheless. Her parents didn't approve, but because they loved her so much, they tried. Reluctantly, the man goes to the church to make clear his daughter's declaration clear, but the priest refused and insulted their daughter. the man and priest got into a fight, where one of them died. I don't remember well, but I think it was the father. 

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Cookie and I travelled to a hotel resort for Mango's and Papaya's wedding. I was helping their wedding set up until I realized the time was 3:30pm. I found Cookie and we rushed back to our room to get ready.

On the way, I saw Papaya already in her white dress and I hid to avoid her. I wore my black summer dress because my formal attire would take me a while to get ready.

I was part of a teenage girl's wedding, and I didn't know the couple. We were practising the ceremony in a community centre. She handed me a kitten, who constantly mewed. The bride asked me to be careful of her front right paw, as she'd hurt it. The kitten was her flower girl, and I wondered if it would be carried down the aisle. I snuggled the kitten, rubbing my face in its fuzz, and I wondered if it was hypoallergenic. I am allergic to cats.

I had a few dreams, but I only remember three.

In the first, I was visiting his family with Cookie. I knew something was wrong with my memory, and the more I fought it, the more it failed me. I tried to remember names to faces, but I couldn't do it properly. The last person I tried to identify was Blsckberry's and Cherry's mother, who appeared as a tall, leggy blonde woman. When she asked what her name was, I forced my mind to formulate her name. "Aunty Nancy," I said, immedately regretting and knowing it was wrong.

In the second, Blackberry and Raspberry were getting married. It was a garden wedding at night, and unfortunately was not illuminated enough, as the only lights around the fifty-to-a-hundred seated guests were the altar stage and the projected screen. The projection was short video clips from Blackberry's and Raspberry's life, but puzzlingly pieces of Blackberry's humourous clips on YouTube. Astonishingly, there were several Spiderman clips with very crude humour. When I looked at the altar, the couple no longer stood there, and I assumed they went somewhere private to do the ceremony. I turned to the Asian girl I had taken a seat beside and asked her a question.

The third dream was related to the wedding. As I stood from my seat, I was immediately pushed to sit back down. The man sitting behind me on my aisle seat spoke to me and the girl seated in front. This man was skinny, blond and grungy - he stood out from the sea of wedding attire. I didn't understand what the man said, but I knew if I didn't cooperate with his wishes, something terrible would happen. The woman in front of me stood up and took my arm. She had short red hair and looked very much like Scarlet Johanson. We walked briskly to the drug store nearby where she grabbed a few random things off the shelves and cradled them in her other arm.

Turning to me, she asked in an annoyed tone, "well? Aren't you going to take something?"

I spotted a bottle of nailpolish in bright purple. I squeezed it in my palm, debating whether I was suppose to pocket it and run, or pay for it. Following Scarlet to the register counter, she plopped her stash on the counter and I placed my bottle beside them.

We walked back to the garden, making a turn into an abandonned building and into a room. It was tiny with two dividers for toilets in the corner. I walked into one to find an oversized toilet and fresh urine dabbing the seat. The other's toilet was in the dark. Sitting on a love couch in the middle of this tiny room was a dirty blond man, ripped from his arms to his legs and a six pack of defined abs. He was deep into his thoughts, smoking a rolled joint.

The skinny man from earlier came in... And I can't remember the rest except Scarlet's face had been serious and focused the whole time.

It was the day before Wafer's wedding and everyone was getting ready at my parent's old house, back on Avocado. I remember getting my dress from the master bedroom's walk-in closet, and grabbing my dress. One of the bridesmaids walked by, her dress tailored and ready, and I realized I haven't done that yet. With hours before the next day (and the wedding, which started at midnight), with my sewing kit, I moved to the living room and sat behind the dining table to work. My partnered groomsman sat beside me, as he had repairs to do on his suit. I worked in a frenzied state trying to shorten the hem of my dress without a plan or knowledge of how.