call your father.

[brightbluegirl]

Oh yeah, I had all sorts of dreams last night.

In one, I was at my Dad's old karate school, and the women's changeroom had been wrecked - it was trashed, and the walls to the outside were gone, so women who changed had to do so with the possibility of people looking. I saw an old friend, and we talked a bit, but didn't really get on.

In another, I was still in the dojo, and upstairs. We were getting married, but the dress didn't fit, and didn't look good. I was wearing a horrible plaid shirt on top. I worked at it and got it looking better, well, some better.

And then the room was full of people. Couples, non-couples. Famous people, too (like Brad Pitt, heh). And as I walked around the room, men and women asked me to marry them. I said yes to several - it was a ceremony, a traditional creation of a village, and there were all these men that I loved, who were showing their love for me. It became my turn to ask people, and we were collecting ourselves in the room to show our cohesiveness, when a man appeared. An older man, dapper, in a 1940s type suit, he had gray hair and a square face. He looked and acted nothing like my father, (and I'm still not sure he was my father, in the dream) but I called him Papa, and I cried, and I asked him if he would marry me.

I woke up crying.

I have no idea (other than the obvious ceremony type jitters in the ill fitting ugly dress) what it means, but I AM going to call my dad tonight.

Comments

[panaceamatt.livejournal.com]

It's funny, 'cuz with my father, asking him to marry you has a double meaning. When he was preaching, he used to marry people all the time.