I was in my wedding dress, ready to walk down the aisle.
Everything was perfect, except for one thing; I caught a glimpse of my face in a mirror and I wasn't wearing any make-up! I don't wear a lot of make-up in real-life, but this was my wedding day and I wanted to feel beautiful.
I looked around at my bewildered guests, begging and pleading with various family members to please help me with putting my make-up on.
Their reaction was to tell me to stop being so silly and that my groom was already at the end of the aisle, waiting for me but I just told them to tell him that I'm sorry and that I do want to marry him; I just want to feel more prepared.
I ran away and the only family member that was willing to follow me was my dad, who said he'd drive me around town, looking for make-up for me to put on.
The first thing I put on was eye-shadow, but the only colour I could find was an old and crumbly garish purple. I told myself that the colour didn't matter, as long I applied it properly. However, because it was so old, the sponge tip at the end of the applicator stick kept falling off and poking me in the eye and I ended up applying too much.
I tried to wash it off to start again, but it had stained my eyelids purple.
Next, I tried to apply foundation but I squirted too much into my hands and it splashed all over the front of my wedding dress!
In real-life, I'd apply foundation first as it's hard to do when you have other things on your face, but as I applied so much it looked like paint dripping down me. I kept telling myself that it'd be fine if I kept rubbing it in.
I didn't have any powder to smooth over it either, so my face ended up looking shiny.
At this point, my groom had come looking for me and was asking me if I did really want to marry him and even my dad said, "Don't you think you ought to stop?" But I stubbornly insisted upon putting lipstick on as well.
Because I was under pressure and my groom thought I didn't want to marry him, my hand was shaking and I ended up smearing the lipstick over my mouth.
I came out of the room looking like a clown.
Luckily my groom was good natured about it and saw the funny side, and the dream concluded with me washing all the make-up away and walking down the aisle with a fresh face.
Tuesday 27 October 2015
Monday 26 October 2015
Dream Diary #85: Ride Or Die
I was on a fairground ride that simulated the deaths of characters from movies while the ride shook and rocked back and forth, so you not only had to virtually experience how they died, you had to stay on your feet as well.
Most of the deaths were fairly innocuous until they revealed that the next simulated death would be from a science fiction movie featuring an alien. I don't remember the exact movie but I do remember that the deaths in it were very violent and very painful.
I started to panic. How could they simulate this?
I tried to get off but it was too late. The animatronic alien was revealed so I closed my eyes tight and hoped for the best.
I remember being poked and prodded a little, but overall it wasn't so bad. I had survived!
As I got off, the ride monitor told me that because I survived until the end, I could pick anything I wanted from the gift shop and keep it for free. The shop was laid out like a market stall and was very jumbled, however I could see that the vast majority of the items were toys and many of them were Disney merchandise. I didn't want anything for myself, so I decided to pick something for my niece.
As I was getting it for free I wanted to be thorough as possible; I wanted something that was fairly good quality. I had it in my head that I wanted a Little Mermaid item and even came across the DVD, but the box was empty and squashed.
Before I began my search it seemed that there was an abundance of Little Mermaid items, but as soon as I began searching, they were no longer there. Instead, the items that started to stand out to me were Snow White ones, so that's what I ended up choosing.
Most of the deaths were fairly innocuous until they revealed that the next simulated death would be from a science fiction movie featuring an alien. I don't remember the exact movie but I do remember that the deaths in it were very violent and very painful.
I started to panic. How could they simulate this?
I tried to get off but it was too late. The animatronic alien was revealed so I closed my eyes tight and hoped for the best.
I remember being poked and prodded a little, but overall it wasn't so bad. I had survived!
As I got off, the ride monitor told me that because I survived until the end, I could pick anything I wanted from the gift shop and keep it for free. The shop was laid out like a market stall and was very jumbled, however I could see that the vast majority of the items were toys and many of them were Disney merchandise. I didn't want anything for myself, so I decided to pick something for my niece.
As I was getting it for free I wanted to be thorough as possible; I wanted something that was fairly good quality. I had it in my head that I wanted a Little Mermaid item and even came across the DVD, but the box was empty and squashed.
Before I began my search it seemed that there was an abundance of Little Mermaid items, but as soon as I began searching, they were no longer there. Instead, the items that started to stand out to me were Snow White ones, so that's what I ended up choosing.
Wednesday 7 October 2015
Dream Diary #84: Three Men and a Little Lady
My boyfriend and I had a fight and he stormed back to the USA without me. He shouted after me that I didn't have the money to follow him and I shouted back that that wasn't true.
While I did have the money, I just needed a little extra help and luckily there were two other guys that were willing.
One was an ex-boyfriend of many years ago, who is now very much a platonic friend in real-life.
The other was the ex of a friend, who barely acknowledges my existence in real-life.
Because of our history, and because I have personally witnessed the second guy strike out at his girlfriend in rage, I much preferred enlisting the help of my ex-boyfriend.
However, when I went over to his house to discuss the arrangements, his house- and his life- was as much in tatters as mine. I told him that I wouldn't feel right accepting his help in trying to sort my life out when he was fighting his own battles, but he insisted that he would be happy to do it.
I explained to him (both men actually) that I couldn't repay their kindness monetarily right away and I was in no way willing to exchange sexual favours, so helping me would be an act of pure mercy.
Despite my ex-boyfriend's insistence that he would still help, I declined anyway and went to the other guy for help.
To my surprise he was very kind, gentlemanly and helpful and whisked us both away on a first class flight and booked us into a fancy hotel when we arrived at our destination.
I worried that this meant he hadn't got the memo that I wouldn't do anything sexual with him in exchange for helping me, so I immediately started talking about my boyfriend and the mammoth task I had ahead of me trying to track him down.
I thought I'd successfully deterred him but when I went to sit down he leaned in and kissed me!
The kiss was nice and I knew it would never go any further than that, but his actions baffled me because I was not his usual, feisty type.
It turns out that he'd underestimated me and my determination and refusal to back down in the face of difficulties had caused him to see me in new light.
While I did have the money, I just needed a little extra help and luckily there were two other guys that were willing.
One was an ex-boyfriend of many years ago, who is now very much a platonic friend in real-life.
The other was the ex of a friend, who barely acknowledges my existence in real-life.
Because of our history, and because I have personally witnessed the second guy strike out at his girlfriend in rage, I much preferred enlisting the help of my ex-boyfriend.
However, when I went over to his house to discuss the arrangements, his house- and his life- was as much in tatters as mine. I told him that I wouldn't feel right accepting his help in trying to sort my life out when he was fighting his own battles, but he insisted that he would be happy to do it.
I explained to him (both men actually) that I couldn't repay their kindness monetarily right away and I was in no way willing to exchange sexual favours, so helping me would be an act of pure mercy.
Despite my ex-boyfriend's insistence that he would still help, I declined anyway and went to the other guy for help.
To my surprise he was very kind, gentlemanly and helpful and whisked us both away on a first class flight and booked us into a fancy hotel when we arrived at our destination.
I worried that this meant he hadn't got the memo that I wouldn't do anything sexual with him in exchange for helping me, so I immediately started talking about my boyfriend and the mammoth task I had ahead of me trying to track him down.
I thought I'd successfully deterred him but when I went to sit down he leaned in and kissed me!
The kiss was nice and I knew it would never go any further than that, but his actions baffled me because I was not his usual, feisty type.
It turns out that he'd underestimated me and my determination and refusal to back down in the face of difficulties had caused him to see me in new light.
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