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.
Monday, 28 September 2015
Dream Diary #83: To Russia, With Love
I was travelling with a group of friends. We were at the airport but at first, didn't know where we were going.
Then, the newest addition in the group revealed we were travelling to Russia because she had a long distance boyfriend there, and she wanted us to be there when she met him in person for the first time.
This reveal was tinged with sadness on my part because not too long ago I was the one with the long distance love and was overcome with happiness at being able to see and spend time with him and now that was no longer the case.
Because we were so underprepared for going to Russia we left the airport to pack properly. I couldn't find my winter coat or my scarf (they are still with my long distance love in real life) but I managed to borrow appropriate clothing that was a little big on me, but would do, and headed straight back to the airport.
We remarked how warm the airport was right up until we were waiting to board the plane where the temperature dropped significantly (which made no sense as we hadn't arrived in Russia yet).
They had us waiting in a tall, glass tower with an elevator at the end of it. The winds were so powerful that it made the tower sway and because we were so high it made me nauseous and I ended up either fainting or having to lie down to steady myself (I don't remember which.)
Tuesday, 22 September 2015
Dream Diary #82: The Shadow
There was a late summer party taking place down the street but I wasn't feeling very social and was a bit anxious so I decided to stay home instead. Because of this, some people decided to take advantage of my being at home and left their kids with me to babysit. I wasn't interested in being there but I could see people outside, dressed up and walking across the street in the direction of the party.
Part of the way through the evening, I remarked on how calm and peaceful my evening was going and how I'd made the right decision, not going to a messy, troublesome party where I'd have to be social and make an effort to talk to people.
Then for some reason, the movie Halloween was on (an inappropriate movie to watch with very small children around) and suddenly I heard sounds coming from upstairs. I had a vision that the events of the movie were taking place upstairs.
Sure enough, before I could get upstairs to investigate, a tall, black shadowy figure came floating eerily down the stairs.
I somehow managed to get the majority of the kids out of the house and told them to run down the street to the party, until there was me and just one other child in the house.
The shadow cornered me and the child in the living room and all I could do was stand and watch hopelessly as it got closer and closer. I looked down at the child and realised I hadn't been looking after him all evening; it's like he appeared out of nowhere.
The child was glowing like a ghost and I realised that it was the child version of the shadowy figure and that's what it was after.
It sounds callous to write now, but I knew I had to sacrifice the child-ghost to the shadowy figure in order to save myself, so that's what I did.
I ended up at the party down the street anyway and the parents of the children I was babysitting praised me for my bravery, though I felt a fraud because of the child-ghost I left behind.
My relief was short lived when I realised the shadow was following me, though no-one else could sense it or see besides me.
I ended up fleeing to work in desperation.
In the dream, my workplace was a room full of dishwashers and cleaning equipment; I think it must have been the kitchen for a large hotel or other establishment.
My colleagues were surprised to see me there but I joined in with whatever activities were taking place and for a while I felt calm and relaxed.
Once again, this was short lived when a colleague burst in and said that an intruder had been spotted on the security camera and that it was heading straight for me.
Now, not only feeling afraid, but also tremendously guilty for bringing this onto my colleagues, we frantically went around the room turning off all the equipment and dimming all the lights in order to make the room look empty.
I went to the back of the room where there was a bathtub with an attached shower and shower curtain, where I ducked down and closed my eyes and prayed that the shadow didn't find me.
Part of the way through the evening, I remarked on how calm and peaceful my evening was going and how I'd made the right decision, not going to a messy, troublesome party where I'd have to be social and make an effort to talk to people.
Then for some reason, the movie Halloween was on (an inappropriate movie to watch with very small children around) and suddenly I heard sounds coming from upstairs. I had a vision that the events of the movie were taking place upstairs.
Sure enough, before I could get upstairs to investigate, a tall, black shadowy figure came floating eerily down the stairs.
I somehow managed to get the majority of the kids out of the house and told them to run down the street to the party, until there was me and just one other child in the house.
The shadow cornered me and the child in the living room and all I could do was stand and watch hopelessly as it got closer and closer. I looked down at the child and realised I hadn't been looking after him all evening; it's like he appeared out of nowhere.
The child was glowing like a ghost and I realised that it was the child version of the shadowy figure and that's what it was after.
It sounds callous to write now, but I knew I had to sacrifice the child-ghost to the shadowy figure in order to save myself, so that's what I did.
I ended up at the party down the street anyway and the parents of the children I was babysitting praised me for my bravery, though I felt a fraud because of the child-ghost I left behind.
My relief was short lived when I realised the shadow was following me, though no-one else could sense it or see besides me.
I ended up fleeing to work in desperation.
In the dream, my workplace was a room full of dishwashers and cleaning equipment; I think it must have been the kitchen for a large hotel or other establishment.
My colleagues were surprised to see me there but I joined in with whatever activities were taking place and for a while I felt calm and relaxed.
Once again, this was short lived when a colleague burst in and said that an intruder had been spotted on the security camera and that it was heading straight for me.
Now, not only feeling afraid, but also tremendously guilty for bringing this onto my colleagues, we frantically went around the room turning off all the equipment and dimming all the lights in order to make the room look empty.
I went to the back of the room where there was a bathtub with an attached shower and shower curtain, where I ducked down and closed my eyes and prayed that the shadow didn't find me.
Tuesday, 8 September 2015
An Open Letter
Flashback to a dark, unremarkable October evening in 2005. I am minding my own business on the web forum we both used to frequent.
I notice that I have received a private message. It is from you.
You explain that you have noticed me on many of the same boards as you and I seemed interesting so you decided to contact me. I recognise your name from the boards in question and feel flattered that you want to talk to me.
We message each other back and forth over the next few nights before rounding off our conversation. I didn't think anything of it until a few nights later when you messaged me again; you had copied and pasted the Q+A from my profile and sent it me with your own answers where mine had been.
There was no real need to do this; our original conversation had been wrapped up, you just wanted an excuse to keep talking.
It was here I discover that you are quite a bit older than me and that makes your interest in what I think and have to say even more flattering, though I feel self-conscious and frustrated when I don't have an intellectual or insightful answer to your questions.
We continue to message each other most days for several months - you even send me a postcard when you travel to Antarctica, which I prop up behind my mirror as my most treasured possession.
When I travel to Corfu in October 2006, I don't remember if I send you a postcard, but I know that I sent you pictures of myself. So when you vanish shortly afterwards, I am left confused and upset.
Days and then weeks pass since our last correspondence and I miss you. I actually miss you. We'd never met and you don't owe me an explanation for living your life, but I couldn't shake the feeling that a vital part of my life was missing - even in those early days.
So when I log in to our web forum seven months (yes, I remember how many months) after we last communicated and see that you've been active, my heart leaps into my throat.
I forget who contacts whom first, but when we re-connect it's like no time whatsoever has passed. In fact, our time apart seems to bring us closer together and I notice that your attitude towards me is more flirtatious and suggestive and I can't shake the feeling that you seeing my photograph had something to do with that...
Shortly after this, in November 2007, my niece is born and shortly after that we exchange phone numbers and we speak on the phone for the first time.
As I dial the number my hands are shaking but as soon as I hear your voice I feel as though I've known you my whole life. Neither of us enjoy talking on the phone, but conversations could easily last two, three sometimes four hours or more!
My parents scold me for racking up the phone bill for calls to the USA but I don't care.
It's around this time I know that have I have developed feelings for you, but I am utterly petrified of revealing this to you. You constantly mention other women that are interested in you, or women that you are going on a date with - whether you are doing this to be honest, or to gauge my reaction, I don't know, but I err on the side of caution and don't fully reveal the full extent of my feelings to you.
During our lengthy correspondence, we talk of meeting up numerous times, but circumstances are just never favourable.
So, when you mention that you have the opportunity to work in Singapore, I don't get what your full intentions are. You say that when you mentioned that taking this job might lead to work in the UK and I didn't give you the 'right' reaction... from my side it just seemed to like you really wanted the job and was using the chance for working in the UK as an excuse to get me to give you my approval.
In truth, I really didn't want you to take the job; you'd be farther away and in a completely opposite time-zone that would make communication extremely hard, if not downright impossible.
And in a way, I was proved right when once again, you vanished. You say later that you didn't really vanish, but to me you were completely out of reach; therefore there's no two ways about it- you vanished!
During this time I had the most vivid, detailed dream (which anyone reading my blog will know I have) where I had been missing you deeply for several months and then I receive a phone call from you where mid-conversation I hear a child in the background; you are then forced to reveal that you have a wife/girlfriend and child and you were only calling me to let me know and relieve your conscience.
I am so traumatised by this dream that when I wake up, I delete any and all evidence of your existence or that I had ever had feelings for you. I had made my peace with never seeing or speaking to you again- just as long as you didn't call me to relieve your conscience. Anything but that.
I forget how many months you were absent this time and whether it was longer than the original seven months absence, I only know that when I woke up from a nap that unremarkable afternoon and I saw that you were following me on Twitter, any fearful feelings I felt melted away and I just couldn't wait to speak to you again.
Not long after this, we start to discuss meeting up in person for real, and you reveal to me that me being and living with you is something that you've thought a lot about and wanted for quite some time.
It sounds so stupid to say so now because looking back it seems so obvious, but the revelation comes as such a shock to me and when you say it, it makes so much sense; this is where I am supposed to be and who I am supposed to be with. This is exactly what I want too, it just took you coming out and saying it for me to realise it.
Unfortunately circumstance doesn't rule in our favour and it takes over a year before we meet in person in July 2013; and even then, I don't tell a single soul where I'm going- I barely even give you any warning and even though you have next to nothing, no money, no proper place to live I still think the world of you and want to be with you more than anything.
Stepping out of that cab and meeting you for the first time is such a high, such a rush I can't even put into words...
I don't even remember our first kiss, I just remember how I felt.
I want more than anything for you to ask me to stay, but I know that it isn't realistic so I return to the UK more depressed than ever.
If I thought that us meeting was the biggest hurdle we had to face I was wrong; it seemed that everything after that just seemed to go even further downhill, not just for you but for me too.
You think that I didn't care that you had difficulties, but I actually used to spend night after night unable to sleep, racking my brain as to how I could help you and crying myself to sleep when I couldn't do anything.
I guess that's why it's so hard for me to process why, after everything we've been through, you can't forgive me for being at my lowest point when I loved you and thought the world of you when you were at yours.
When I get back to the UK after my anxiety attack in June 2015, for some reason I get the bright idea to only contact you when I am returning; I want to surprise you.
I am haunted everyday by my decision to do this. I just keep thinking, if I had only contacted you one week earlier, five days earlier, one day earlier... would I have gotten to you before you vanish into thin air and we wouldn't be in this mess we're in?
I notice that I have received a private message. It is from you.
You explain that you have noticed me on many of the same boards as you and I seemed interesting so you decided to contact me. I recognise your name from the boards in question and feel flattered that you want to talk to me.
We message each other back and forth over the next few nights before rounding off our conversation. I didn't think anything of it until a few nights later when you messaged me again; you had copied and pasted the Q+A from my profile and sent it me with your own answers where mine had been.
There was no real need to do this; our original conversation had been wrapped up, you just wanted an excuse to keep talking.
It was here I discover that you are quite a bit older than me and that makes your interest in what I think and have to say even more flattering, though I feel self-conscious and frustrated when I don't have an intellectual or insightful answer to your questions.
We continue to message each other most days for several months - you even send me a postcard when you travel to Antarctica, which I prop up behind my mirror as my most treasured possession.
When I travel to Corfu in October 2006, I don't remember if I send you a postcard, but I know that I sent you pictures of myself. So when you vanish shortly afterwards, I am left confused and upset.
Days and then weeks pass since our last correspondence and I miss you. I actually miss you. We'd never met and you don't owe me an explanation for living your life, but I couldn't shake the feeling that a vital part of my life was missing - even in those early days.
So when I log in to our web forum seven months (yes, I remember how many months) after we last communicated and see that you've been active, my heart leaps into my throat.
I forget who contacts whom first, but when we re-connect it's like no time whatsoever has passed. In fact, our time apart seems to bring us closer together and I notice that your attitude towards me is more flirtatious and suggestive and I can't shake the feeling that you seeing my photograph had something to do with that...
Shortly after this, in November 2007, my niece is born and shortly after that we exchange phone numbers and we speak on the phone for the first time.
As I dial the number my hands are shaking but as soon as I hear your voice I feel as though I've known you my whole life. Neither of us enjoy talking on the phone, but conversations could easily last two, three sometimes four hours or more!
My parents scold me for racking up the phone bill for calls to the USA but I don't care.
It's around this time I know that have I have developed feelings for you, but I am utterly petrified of revealing this to you. You constantly mention other women that are interested in you, or women that you are going on a date with - whether you are doing this to be honest, or to gauge my reaction, I don't know, but I err on the side of caution and don't fully reveal the full extent of my feelings to you.
During our lengthy correspondence, we talk of meeting up numerous times, but circumstances are just never favourable.
So, when you mention that you have the opportunity to work in Singapore, I don't get what your full intentions are. You say that when you mentioned that taking this job might lead to work in the UK and I didn't give you the 'right' reaction... from my side it just seemed to like you really wanted the job and was using the chance for working in the UK as an excuse to get me to give you my approval.
In truth, I really didn't want you to take the job; you'd be farther away and in a completely opposite time-zone that would make communication extremely hard, if not downright impossible.
And in a way, I was proved right when once again, you vanished. You say later that you didn't really vanish, but to me you were completely out of reach; therefore there's no two ways about it- you vanished!
During this time I had the most vivid, detailed dream (which anyone reading my blog will know I have) where I had been missing you deeply for several months and then I receive a phone call from you where mid-conversation I hear a child in the background; you are then forced to reveal that you have a wife/girlfriend and child and you were only calling me to let me know and relieve your conscience.
I am so traumatised by this dream that when I wake up, I delete any and all evidence of your existence or that I had ever had feelings for you. I had made my peace with never seeing or speaking to you again- just as long as you didn't call me to relieve your conscience. Anything but that.
I forget how many months you were absent this time and whether it was longer than the original seven months absence, I only know that when I woke up from a nap that unremarkable afternoon and I saw that you were following me on Twitter, any fearful feelings I felt melted away and I just couldn't wait to speak to you again.
Not long after this, we start to discuss meeting up in person for real, and you reveal to me that me being and living with you is something that you've thought a lot about and wanted for quite some time.
It sounds so stupid to say so now because looking back it seems so obvious, but the revelation comes as such a shock to me and when you say it, it makes so much sense; this is where I am supposed to be and who I am supposed to be with. This is exactly what I want too, it just took you coming out and saying it for me to realise it.
Unfortunately circumstance doesn't rule in our favour and it takes over a year before we meet in person in July 2013; and even then, I don't tell a single soul where I'm going- I barely even give you any warning and even though you have next to nothing, no money, no proper place to live I still think the world of you and want to be with you more than anything.
Stepping out of that cab and meeting you for the first time is such a high, such a rush I can't even put into words...
I don't even remember our first kiss, I just remember how I felt.
I want more than anything for you to ask me to stay, but I know that it isn't realistic so I return to the UK more depressed than ever.
If I thought that us meeting was the biggest hurdle we had to face I was wrong; it seemed that everything after that just seemed to go even further downhill, not just for you but for me too.
You think that I didn't care that you had difficulties, but I actually used to spend night after night unable to sleep, racking my brain as to how I could help you and crying myself to sleep when I couldn't do anything.
I guess that's why it's so hard for me to process why, after everything we've been through, you can't forgive me for being at my lowest point when I loved you and thought the world of you when you were at yours.
When I get back to the UK after my anxiety attack in June 2015, for some reason I get the bright idea to only contact you when I am returning; I want to surprise you.
I am haunted everyday by my decision to do this. I just keep thinking, if I had only contacted you one week earlier, five days earlier, one day earlier... would I have gotten to you before you vanish into thin air and we wouldn't be in this mess we're in?
Wednesday, 2 September 2015
Dream Diary #81: A Youtube Affair
I was wandering in a strange, deserted town by myself when I met with a youtube entertainer (who exists in real-life and no, I'm not going to name him!) and we rode across a field on a horse.
We didn't see any other people but we saw various different animals wandering about the town.
As the sun went down, we ended up kissing and making out on the field. Floating outside of myself I noticed he didn't look very happy so I stopped and chided him, saying "I know you're married but could you at least pretend to be enjoying it!"
He responded by saying his wife knows he often cheats and turns a blind eye.
The dream ended with me wandering the halls of a brightly lit hotel, where I presume we were going to take our affair to the next level.
We didn't see any other people but we saw various different animals wandering about the town.
As the sun went down, we ended up kissing and making out on the field. Floating outside of myself I noticed he didn't look very happy so I stopped and chided him, saying "I know you're married but could you at least pretend to be enjoying it!"
He responded by saying his wife knows he often cheats and turns a blind eye.
The dream ended with me wandering the halls of a brightly lit hotel, where I presume we were going to take our affair to the next level.
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