Remembrance

So wierd it was, this day, a day so very hoped for, longed for, wanted. She was standing next to her father, holding onto his arm. "Are you ready?" he asked. She chuckled, and in her characteristic fashion said, "Well, does it matter? It's a little late to back away NOW." She was, of course, nervous, as all brides tend to be. When she was little, "Princess" was cool, but now? She was wearing the "Princess" garb, and well, it just seemed waaay too formal for marrying him. Which is why she liked him.

And so the music started. And being Catholic, it was a wedding Mass. Sit, kneel (when did that come back?) and stand, not necessarily in that order or number. And at the end of the ceremony, where they turned, arm in arm, to walk back down the aisle as husband and wife, she saw her.

There, at the back of church, was an older but young looking woman, wearing a dazzling blue dress -- electric blue, and at the cuffs of the sleeves and bottom of the dress was blue sequins -- blue shoes that had been dyed to match the dress, and sparkley jewlery. She wore makeup, a polished look that was well done. She had tissues, and kept dabbing her eyes, proud that her little girl was getting married.

The Bride gasped and dragged her new husband down the aisle, wanting to run to her but not wanting to ruin the moment. It seemed like the woman was drifting farther away and the Bride hurried to catch up with her.

When she got to the last pew in the church, the woman had vanished. Unable to control herself, the Bride screamed, "I saw her! She was right here! Mom was right here!" As her chin wavered and her eyes threatened tears, someone said to her, "I know. I saw her too."

An old aunt asked, "You saw Kathie?"

And then I woke up. Dreams are weird.

She was also wearing the blue dress that she liked and looked good in, with the blue shoes. Like she had worn for both my brothers' weddings. It was a very odd dream.

Horrible Food and Other Stuff.

I was surfing around the net at Cockeyed.com, reading about food adventures and experiments, when I came across this website. Hehe. So if you get bored, just sit on your ass and read the fascinating crazy things people do.

Or, you could read the touching story of a telephone booth in the middle of nowhere. (From Duceofclubs.com.)

A funny from Americablog.

Huh.

Earthquake History of Wisconsin. Interesting.

undestiny

In winds that whistle
through life divine
where that I be here
when the winds shine
but all that is left
when I arrive
is the sullen moonlight -
much to my delight.
In past times I've stumbled
and cursed the darkness
in which I've tumbled.
But now I see
with aided sight
just where I belong in the
sullen moonlight.
No sooner than it occurred to me
that daylight was not destiny
and that bright stars shine
not for me,
that tunnel light
was futility.
So one can walk
down sullen corridors
without hesitation
and without scars.
So there I will
plainly be;
A child of undestiny;
to ruminate forever
of things I have not lost,
and gloat in happiness,
of sweet moonlight frost.
A subtle sign of magic,
a subtle sign of lost,
and here I remain,
the child of undestiny.

From the Valley She Shines

Her heart fluttering and mind whirling, she clutches the pillow next to her, her only grasp on reality in the fuzzy moment when one realizes that she's not asleep but still caught in the symbols and mysticism of the lingering dream. And slowly the cues of reality sink in: I'm in bed. I'm in bed and it was only a dream. I am waking up. But when do I awaken? That last line is shrugged off with a shake of the head, as if to remove the remaints of a thought, discarded among the twisted sheets. And slowly the muscles move, wiping away tears, wrestling with uncooperative blankets and a strange feeling that the dream meant something.

Alas, in the waking moments the dream slips away, hiding in the vast spaces between neurons, forgotton until another day, another dream, and the waking days take over the subconcious.

Hehe.

This reminds me of someone.