It was the day before my wedding day.  It was sometime in the future, but I was still as I am now in present day.  It was like I skipped through time.  I was going around and looking at all the decorations, and was wondering who picked them out because it was not how I wanted.  I didn’t recognize any of the people.  And I was looking for my friends.  The friends that I apparently had in the future, I hadn’t met yet.  They were nice, but seemed fake.  I was looking for Kerri and Jenny.  There were lots of people pulling me around asking me questions, but I had no idea what was going on.  The whole thing seemed rushed and unorganized, and it made me feel extremely uncomfortable.  Apparantly I had not even registered for gifts, and the gift table was very lacking.  It made me sad.  There were only a few tables set up for guests.  The room was too big and open and dark.  It seemed a bit musty and old. I felt as though I had been on the lake all day and the room was still swaying like I was trying to balance over the waves.  I felt strange and dizzy.

Then we get to the rehearsal.  The sanctuary looked even bigger, and darker, and older than the room before.  It was in a long triangular shape and the altar was at the tip of the triangle.  There were massive, oddly shaped stairs leading up to the altar.  The way the precession went was all wrong, but everyone told me it was just how I wanted it.  I walked down the aisle first before the bridesmaids, or even the groom.  O yeah, who is the groom?  I hadn’t seen his face yet.  I even wondered if I was marrying someone, or if it were all a joke that I would never marry, so I would have to marry myself.  Strange thought.  I was led down the aisle by Justin.  I wondered where my dad was. I turn around to see my sisters behind me, some unfamiliar faces who were supposed to be my friends, and Kerri!  I was so excited to see her.  Finally I see Robert walking down the aisle.  A sea of emotion fell over me.  He looked so handsome.  Older, but in a good way.  As he was getting closer, I tried to look into his eyes, and communicate with him.  He looked at me in a way I’ve never seen anyone look at me before.  I could see his soul.  I tried to not show the fear in my eyes, but I think he could tell anyway, because his sweet face turned to concern. At the altar, the preacher kept talking and talking and talking.  I wasn’t listening to a word she was saying.  I just desperately wanted everyone to get out of my way so I could go over and hold Robert’s hand.  Why were they all standing in between us? 

Next thing I know everybody was standing in the back of the church.  The rehearsal was over.  I wasn’t allowed to touch or talk to Robert until the wedding ceremony, as were my requests.  I was getting very angry at the person who I had become.  The preacher was a very strange woman.  She was very old and seemed senile.  She drove a little scooter from the altar to the back of the church, because it was too long for her to walk.  She told me she wanted to show me something.  Only me, Kerri, and my fake friends followed.  I didn’t want to go, I just wanted to talk to Robert, and find out what was going on.  He was the only person I could trust here.  She led us through dark hallways, secret passageways, narrow stairs that kept going down, and down, and down.  I still felt as though I was moving, and was getting very disoriented.  Finally, we had made it.  This is where I will be living for the next few months, she said.  She opened the door into the strangest place I had ever seen.  It was not big and open like the other rooms, but small and cramped.  Everything was dark wood, and extremely old and felt humid.  But at the same time seemed really cool.  It was a small house, which seemed like at one time used to be only for very important people.  Like the best suite at the top story of a hotel.  But we weren’t in a hotel.  We were in a very strange and almost magical place.  I started to look around, and admire all the old and ornate furniture.  I got so swept up in the wonder of this place, I forgot about the wedding.  The quilts were very detailed and fragile.  To go from room to room, you had to sometimes crawl through narrow doors, or take a few more steps.  It seemed like a maze to get through.  I wondered when was the last time anyone had seen this place.  I then went into another room that I had to crawl up into.  It was on top of everything else, like a loft.  I noticed it was not like the other rooms with old furniture and expensive chests and fine quilts, it had modern sleeping bags, and camping utensils.  Something didn’t feel right.  It was darker than the rest of the rooms, and I had to hold my light right up to the object I was trying to look at.  I got closer to a sleeping bag, and shined a light on it, and saw a dead man in it! I screamed bloody murder and crawled out of the room.  The preacher lady said she didn’t know how anybody else could have found this place, and kept apologizing.  I sat there and cried.  The preacher kept talking, and like before I tuned her out.  But something she said caught my ear, she said don’t worry, only 4 more months at sea, and you will be home again.  Wait what sea? We had been on a ship this whole time!  We were in the hull of the ship, that seemed as big as the titanic.  I then remembered the wedding, and Robert.  I had so many questions for him.  I wasn’t ready to marry him.  But by the way he had looked at me before, I could tell he truly loved me, and didn’t want to see hurt in his eyes because his eyes now were so beautiful.  I just cried what seemed a sea of my own tears.  I was scared, and didn’t know what to do.  My future self was wanting to marry Robert, but I wasn’t ready yet. 

Then I “woke up”, but was actually still dreaming.  I was laying next to Robert and was so happy it was just a dream.  It was still dark outside.  I reached over and hugged him as tight as I could.  I didn’t mean to wake him up.  He grumbled and told me to scoot over.  I told him I just had a weird dream that I wanted to tell him about.  I tried telling him, but the memory was fading fast.  All I could tell him was that we were on a ship and were getting married.  He said I was being such a girl, and that’s all girls dream about.  I told him it wasn’t like that, but he didn’t understand.  He told me to never tell him any more dreams about getting married. 

Then I actually woke up.  I looked over and I was alone in my bed.  The sigh of relief came when I realized I hadn’t been misunderstood.