Last night I dreamt I missed my own wedding because I was pre-occupied with getting a spray tan.*
The setting of my dream was in a hotel; and there was a distracting group of young single adults asking me to "hang out" with them as I was preparing to leave for the temple. In my dream I felt nervous about following the crowd, like I knew it was not a good idea. But I went anyway. We ventured into the hotel's spa where they had group spray tanning available. We all piled into a room, were sprayed down and then escorted on our merry way (Did anyone else notice the WWII gas chamber connection??? Because that's what it looked like in my dream. Only a lot more modern looking, and very clean. Strange!!!)
When I returned to my hotel room I began to admire my slightly darker skin tone. It was then when my eyes trailed up the wall to a round-faced clock. Suddenly all the neurons in my brain connected the dots: the sealing was scheduled for 11:15 and it was now 12:01. I had missed my own wedding by 46 minutes. Instantly I collasped on the floor. I was enraged by own stupidity. Nothing could console me. One of my younger sisters came into my room and started asking questions. I, in my utter disappointment and discouragement, shouted what a fool I had been and that all felt lost. I then proceeded to quickly slip on my wedding dress--which happened to be the wrong color AND littered with stains. I thought perhaps if I hurried I could still make it to the ceremony. At this point my mother entered the room. Again, I collapsed on the floor completely distraught. "Why weren't you there?!" She exclaimed. Of course, I did not have any courage whatsoever to tell her I had missed my own wedding because I left with a group of people to get a spray tan. I remember at this point running to my phone and seeing no text messages, no missed calls and no alarms. "How could no one have even tried to contact me?" I wanted someone to blame for this ridiculous mess, but knew it was all my fault. The dream then skipped to the reception which was schedeled in the evening. I knew my fiance was there, but I couldn't find him. I looked everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. My grief and regret were all consuming.
At his point my emotions were so intense I think my brain slightly imploded, because I was finally jolted awake--in a panicked frenzy. I reached over to my nightstand, turned on my phone and saw it was 4:32 in the morning. "What a dream!" I thought to myself. I tried to calm down but every time I went to sleep the same dream returned. With each reoccurence I could see in more detail the faces of the people in the persuasive spray tanning group. They were people I had known form various parts of my life--my singles wards, my study abroads, my past classes. I wasn't sure if their faces symbolized anything significant.
I tried to fight back by redircting my mind to sometihng else; but the emotions were too powerful, the fear too acute. I soon fell victim to my own subconcious. By 6:30 a.m. reality kicked in and realized I didn't have to succumb to my awful dreams any longer. I got up and immediately texted C, telling him what an awful night of sleep I'd had. His response, of course, was humurous and saved me from attempting to interpret the catastrophe that had rocked my slumber.
There isn't really any point to this story other than to say I will not be getting any spray tans any time soon--as you've probably guessed.
*Why spray tans? Not sure. I've never received one, nor thought seriously about ever getting one.
The setting of my dream was in a hotel; and there was a distracting group of young single adults asking me to "hang out" with them as I was preparing to leave for the temple. In my dream I felt nervous about following the crowd, like I knew it was not a good idea. But I went anyway. We ventured into the hotel's spa where they had group spray tanning available. We all piled into a room, were sprayed down and then escorted on our merry way (Did anyone else notice the WWII gas chamber connection??? Because that's what it looked like in my dream. Only a lot more modern looking, and very clean. Strange!!!)
When I returned to my hotel room I began to admire my slightly darker skin tone. It was then when my eyes trailed up the wall to a round-faced clock. Suddenly all the neurons in my brain connected the dots: the sealing was scheduled for 11:15 and it was now 12:01. I had missed my own wedding by 46 minutes. Instantly I collasped on the floor. I was enraged by own stupidity. Nothing could console me. One of my younger sisters came into my room and started asking questions. I, in my utter disappointment and discouragement, shouted what a fool I had been and that all felt lost. I then proceeded to quickly slip on my wedding dress--which happened to be the wrong color AND littered with stains. I thought perhaps if I hurried I could still make it to the ceremony. At this point my mother entered the room. Again, I collapsed on the floor completely distraught. "Why weren't you there?!" She exclaimed. Of course, I did not have any courage whatsoever to tell her I had missed my own wedding because I left with a group of people to get a spray tan. I remember at this point running to my phone and seeing no text messages, no missed calls and no alarms. "How could no one have even tried to contact me?" I wanted someone to blame for this ridiculous mess, but knew it was all my fault. The dream then skipped to the reception which was schedeled in the evening. I knew my fiance was there, but I couldn't find him. I looked everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. My grief and regret were all consuming.
At his point my emotions were so intense I think my brain slightly imploded, because I was finally jolted awake--in a panicked frenzy. I reached over to my nightstand, turned on my phone and saw it was 4:32 in the morning. "What a dream!" I thought to myself. I tried to calm down but every time I went to sleep the same dream returned. With each reoccurence I could see in more detail the faces of the people in the persuasive spray tanning group. They were people I had known form various parts of my life--my singles wards, my study abroads, my past classes. I wasn't sure if their faces symbolized anything significant.
I tried to fight back by redircting my mind to sometihng else; but the emotions were too powerful, the fear too acute. I soon fell victim to my own subconcious. By 6:30 a.m. reality kicked in and realized I didn't have to succumb to my awful dreams any longer. I got up and immediately texted C, telling him what an awful night of sleep I'd had. His response, of course, was humurous and saved me from attempting to interpret the catastrophe that had rocked my slumber.
There isn't really any point to this story other than to say I will not be getting any spray tans any time soon--as you've probably guessed.
*Why spray tans? Not sure. I've never received one, nor thought seriously about ever getting one.
This is humorously terrifying. I'm sorry you had a bad dream. Spray tans are terrifying. Don't get one. :)
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DeleteLove this. Obviously your sub conscious knows you should never get a spray tan and it warned you. Be grateful, some people (Lindsay Lohan) never got that warning in a dream. :)
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