tri as you might, you won't be my groom

so i lost my dream journal where i've been recording dreams on and off since june of 1995. so i guess i'll jot them down here for a while so you can enjoy a few chortles at my expense. i will likley retroblog a few dreams from the past week or so because i've been jotting them down hoping to get to this blog.

last night:
i was supposed to get married, apparently to g and i was all like-- uh wait-- i'm not sure why i'm marrying you. i broke up with you, why would i want to marry you? and i told mom
and she was all like all these people came, you can't not get married, how about you marry this other dude who has the same name (a superstore meat manager) so the programs won't be screwed up?
uh, mom-- i don't want to marry him either. look, i don't even have a nice dress or any shoes-- i mean i could wear my tall black boots.
no, you're NOT wearing boots to your wedding. why don't you marry him (pointing to a good fella)?
uh, because i don't know him well enough, and because i don't want to get married. i obviously don't if i didn't buy a dress. eff off, i'm not getting married.
and so i don't.