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Populist_Prole

(5,364 posts)
Sat May 24, 2014, 12:57 AM May 2014

Last night I had the weirdest dream, in which where I got married

I was happy to be at first but my wife turned out to be a real shrew. She was this middle aged, well dressed stern school teacher type always ordering me around: Beckoning me "Come here", or asking "where are you going?" every time I went to do something. We had this bronze colored 4-door late 1970's Chevy Nova, which I was bummed out seeing because I always had sporty-ish cars.

The thing that kept giving me angst was that on one hand I finally felt "normal" for finally marrying, but majorly bummed out at the prospect of a life of drudgery. It was one anxiety attack after another until the alarm on the nightstand awoke me.

I'm not posting this as a vehicle for rhetoric, it was an actual dream and was quite unsettling to me. I'm pretty well sure it was triggered by watching an old movie the night before, in which ( among other events ) two people get married quickly and the adjustment causes complications. 'Crime of Passion' was the movie BTW. Still, I'm convinced the movie was just a catalyst for some other "id" bullshit inside me.

Glad I got to vent...............

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