<p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">I am not much of a dreamer. I'm pretty much out once my head hits the pillow.  Or the couch arm.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">But recently I had the same dream twice.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">I use the word dream loosely because it wasn't very long. 
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">It was like a scene from my not so far away future.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">The first time I saw it pretty quickly; the second time not as quickly but more vividly.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">I'd actually like to call these 'dreams' a 'hallucination while sleeping' since I was sweating to death in my sleep. (I always need something to blame.)
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">Anyway, both times, it was very clear I was getting married. For reals.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">And by getting married I knew I was getting married. I didn't see myself in some off white (tradition people, tradition!) number. And I didn't see the invitation.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">But both times I saw Natalie in what looked like a flower girl dress.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">A white one with a purple ribbon.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">She was standing in front of other little girls. And other women.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">All gathered on a lawn.  Belonging to a house in Hilton Head.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">Yes, as in South Carolina.  
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">This New Yorker (who loves Hilton Head so much it was talked about on their local morning shows and newspapers) was getting married in the South. Nah Uh!
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">The first time, that's where the dream ended.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">I did think it was a bit odd that there was no sign of my boys.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">After I got over the fact I was getting married.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">The second time the dream it was much clearer.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">Natalie was seven. It was August 2010. And I was getting married. For the third time.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">This dream was a little scary. A little exciting. A tiny bit funny. 
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">Why? 
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">Because I actually had the thoughts "But Blogher is in August next year how can I ask my friends to go to Hilton Head after already being in New York?!" and "But <a href="http://www.mochamomma.com">Kelly</a> goes back to work in August how is she going to be one of my bridesmaids?!"  
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">As I decided to make my fake wedding work, I came up with a solution to just have everyone in town for Blogher get on a tiny plane and spend the evening on a beach in the Hamptons for the wedding and return them in the morning in time for their session on <em>Breastfeeding while Blogging</em> or whatever was happening that day.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">So I was going with the dream.. making fake plans in my head and giggling at myself because in reality I'm not getting married. Even told my mother about the dream. And I smiled and giggled.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">Until I went to look up my dream and saw this –
</span></p><p style="margin-left: 36pt"><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt"><em>This dream may be a form of wish-fulfillment for some people. However, it usually symbolizes the joining of many parts of self. This dream may be a negative omen. That it generally represents the coming of grief and maybe death. 
</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">I checked a few other dream interpretation sites. And they were all the same. I'm going to keel over. 
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">Since I'm going to be dead next summer, I might as well go out with a bang. 
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">I'm taking the filter down off this here blog. Consider this your TMI alert.
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