Wedding in my dreams

I intended to spend 20 minutes of my precious lunch time writing about something else but I really need to write this down before I forget. Sometimes, you have dreams which are so fantastically bizzare that if you don't pen it down immediately, you will gradually forget parts of it until the entire dream is but a . . .well, dream.

I slept early last night as I felt slightly unwell and after watching Superman Returns on DVD. Come to think of it, maybe I became unwell because of the movie since the movie is nothing but a pile of unadulterated (meaning : pure) bullshit which just about killed the Superman franchise for good. More about the Man of Steel wearing his underwear outside later.

I dreamt that I was attending a wedding in a chapel. This was rare for me since I hate attending weddings. For me, weddings are occasions in which every boy and girl turns up in their most splendid suits and dresses. The guys pretend that they are someone important in life (Oooh, I am Assistant Vice Acting Deputy Senior Associate designate - WTF is that?) and girls pretend that they have a happy family life with high-flying kids/ successful career with loving boyfriend sweeping them off the feet for a romantic weekend in Paris/ not sluts trolling the nightclubs for men prey. Grrr. Boys wear the best Armani suit they can find (Armani suits blow ass by the way) and girls try to show cleavage where they clearly have none (sort of like Zhang Ziyi in the Banquet). Everyone tries to top one and another in terms of successes in life. For me, weddings are hell since almost everyone is more successful or good looking than me. Not to mention I have to repeat for the infinite time where is Laos, how's the food, what I do for entertainment in that sort of place blah blah . . . .etc etc to death.

The wedding in my dream was for one of my better friends in NUS. The wedding was held in a chapel. It was strange since my friend is not a christian. I know him well and he is honest to goodness and a good man who in real life, is serving the Army. Everyone from my faculty in NUS was there. Do you ever have this sort of dream where it was so real that you can smell and touch things in your dream? This was one of them. I saw everyone from my faculty. It was amazing how vivid and concise a dream can be. A few friends I like, some I hate and most I will stab them with a fork given a chance. Everyone was smiling or whispering. I saw a good friend smiled at me as he passed me by with his girlfriend from the faculty - now wife. Someone I dislike nodded quietly at me when I noticed him standing alone in a corner. Some bitches were discussing hairstyles in a corner of the chapel. I can still hear onesays, "But many guys like this straight hair style for their girls!"

Another amazing thing was that everyone was dressed as if they were not attending a wedding but a lecture at NUS. Everyone looked exactly the same as I remember. Everything. Some were in slippers, some have messy hair and butt ugly t-shirts. A couple I know of was still together, clasping hands even though they had long gone their seperate ways after graduation. There were flowers on the floor and the air somehow smelled like baked bread. Pleasant.

The chapel was quite dark and only parts of the chapel were lited by daylight streaming in from the stained windows. I saw a group of girls I recongnised - old classmates. I approached them, they giggled and then the door opened. My friend, the groom, walked in with someone presumably the bride. As if on cue, someone started playing Canon in D by Pachelbel. Everyone rushed forward to take a look. I got left behind. Suddenly there were lots of food in the chapel especially mimosas and popiahs. Don't ask me why there were popiahs and mimosas in the chapel -I was working on dream physics. If it was my wedding, it will be chicken wings and mashed potatoes. Hmm. A glass of beer (I think) appeared in my hand and I looked around for things to eat. Everyone was clapping and cheering for some reasons. Some priest in white robes and red sash suddenly appeared and starting intoning the usual "death do us part" routine. My friend looked happy.

At this point, I kept thinking something was wrong with the picture but I couldn't put my finger on it. I wanted to yell that something was wrong so stop cheering and let me think for a minute.

Then I was at a bar in a posh hotel. Everyone was now in their finest suits and dresses. They were standing around drinking and laughing. Somebody I know (and intensely dislike) asked me whether he can buy me a drink. I said no. He asked me whether he can buy me a drink later. That's an interesting idea. Here's another one - NO. MUWAHAHAHAA. Even in dream, I own his ass!

And then, my friend-the groom, was sitting next to me by the bar; away from his bride and all the smiling and cheering crowd who were all spilling beer on the floor. He smiled at me while passing me a mug of beer. He asked me whether I recalled the days of studying in the faculty, holing up in some classrooms all night and over the weekend. I sure do. He asked whether I recalled having no money and instead; only have white rice and some gravy (from the chinese food stall) from the canteen for lunch. Oh yeah, I do. He also asked whether I recalled washing our cars in the NUS carpark and then use the hose to wash ourselves (like farmer spraying mud off their pigs)? I said sorry, but you got the wrong friend there since I didn't own a car during NUS.

Then I realised what was wrong earlier. My friend was already married. I attended his wedding in real life. I asked him casually; wasn't he already married? Who was then the bride? He took out his wallet (a black one) and showed me the picture of his bride and their two kids. The bride wasn't the woman he married in real life. This bride was butt ugly. It looked like she got into a fight with a bus and lost. She looked old and viscious, sort of like the witch that wanted to eat Hansel and Greta. The two kids looked happy and alright though. I opened my mouth and wanted to ask what the hell was he doing marrying such an ugly woman - where was his real-life wife? Whose kids were those?

I guess the minute I started to ask where was his real-life wife, my brain knew that it could not keep up the dream any longer. My friend opened his mouth to say something important and I woke up. It was 6.50 am.

I woke up, realising I missed some of my friends from NUS. And strangely, even some people I dislike. I wonder how they are all getting on. Are they married? Good jobs, fulfilled lives, happy? Are some wandering alone in distant lands like me? Are they still the unmitigated sluts and dumbasses they were in NUS or have they changed and now trying quietly to make ends meet just like the rest of us? Sometimes, I have this strange feeling that despite all the differences between everyone at NUS (upbringing, wealth, hypocrisy, dumbassness and sheer sluttiness), all of us initially came from the same flock of scared sheeps cowering behind a rock and unwilling to step into the thunder or lightning of life outside. Some of us were better at pretending to be cool, that's all. Maybe I will make an effort to attend some weddings when I am back in Singapore afterall. Or at least some funerals.