someone was getting married. i didn't have a dress on but i could remember feeling the bustle and stress of getting ready for one... there was a cake, someone's white dress and flowers.
the groom came along and he was distressed because he was getting cold feet. the strange thing was that he looked like the guy from scrubs but was actually someone else in my head. he had a red sash, black suit and bow-tie. nowadays people in my dreams have faces. (they didn't use to... just a blank where the face should be).
suddenly i'm trying to climb through a window from a window-washer's scaffold... the kind those cleaners of skyscrapers have. i can see a wedding ceremony. the guests were seated and i think they were at the bit where people can object.
(the whole thing reminds me of my best friend's wedding really... haha)
but the scaffold ropes snap and i'm falling, falling, faaaalllliinnnggg into a moat full of snakes and crocodiles below.
then i wake up and the train was double plus late that day which made me late for the round. i hate that feeling of falling in nightmares.
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