Ze dream

I took a dream that I had recently and dramatized it to make this story. It is a little strange as per the dreamlike quality. It is also a little mooshy.

After shifting into this new dreamscape I examined the room hurriedly. Determining I was no longer in danger I quickly moved into the next room. Large banisters cris-crossed the ceiling of the large room. A stage was buried under streamers and present boxes at the other end of the room. Seconds after arriving in the room a voice rose above the rest.

"There's the man of the hour!"

I looked around me and rapidly realized I was the only
one in his line of sight. I assumed he was talking about me. Indistinct faces flooded around me. Having just come from a nightmare dreamscape I was afraid. One man shoved through, I recognized him loosely as a real world friend, Kyle. He pulled me out of the crush of bodies and embraced me.

"And how is the Groom to be?" he asked. I started violently. Groom? Nonsense, what the hell is going on here.

I laughed nervously, "Groom to be? What do you mean exactly?"

"I thought it was quite clever actually. Man you must be so excited to finally commit to her."

"Commit? What in God's name are you talking about?"

"Damn, can't use any of my terms with you today can I. Commit, I thought it summed up the idea quite nicely. Not old enough to marry but still capable of making a life long commitment. Now come on we have to get you to the stage or you will be late." Kyle and I proceeded to the stage, he moved me in front of the minister and I stood there. Quite still, the attempts I was making to straighten out what was going on were failing quite miserably.

All of the sudden everyone out on the floor separated and made an aisle straight down the center. The door flew open and she was there. Physically she was the same as someone I know and yet I knew it wasn't her. Music engulfed me as I watched her come down the aisle. Aliah, that is what her name was. The name and the face didn't fit the real life equivalent but her in the dreamscape it was the only way she made sense.

She finally made it to myself and the minister after what seemed an eternity. She stood next to me, radiant in the simple white dress. The minister began to speak but I heard none of it. The choir of heaven sang sweetly into my ears as I stared at her. The longer I stared the more I came to understand about her. She glanced over at me and smiled. Heavens choir paled in comparison. I knew that whatever this dream was I never wanted to leave. The minister finished speaking and we turned to each other. We embraced and thunderous clapping replaced angel's voices. One step together and another shift. Dark but for the moon's pale light though the window. I was in my bed. In the same room my real world self was currently inhabiting. Lying on my right side at the end of the bed I rolled over to find a more comfortable position only to find her sharing the other half of the queen sized bed. Her eyes opend drowsily, I smiled and she returned it. This was joy, having someone you loved share your bed. She put her arm around me and held me close. I returned the gesture and put my arm around her. We lay there together and I was complete.

The rest of the dream was dumb. I got up moved some stuff and found out I was in a haunted manor. Then my mum woke me up.

By the way, for clarification purposes the dream was very explicit about the non-sexuality of sharing the bed. Just so you know. Don't think my dreams are weird just because they are.

Hope you enjoyed it anyways.