I love having dreams! Unfortunately, I don't have that many anymore, but when I do, they are certainly sure to be a doozy! Throughout my life my dreams have mostly centered around cougars, bears, kidnappers, or getting married. The last catagory is the most amusing. I dreamt the other night that one of my friends was getting married to a man named "Bob Parsons". This man came from England. His profession? A Partridger. Which, her father explained to me, is exactly what is sounds like: a man who kills partridges. Her father had objected to the marriage two years before, since he wasn't sure if one could make a living and support a family if he was only a "partridger". But I suppose dear Bob had shown himself faithful, and had bought Joanna a perfectly hideous ring. It took up half her hand and was made of huge purple flowers with gaudy false diamonds in swirls around the side. I found myself falsely praising it's beauty....hmmm.
Then there was that time years ago when I dreamed that I had to marry a young man who had allergies, and looked like Mr. Incredible's boss. Dad was forcing me to marry him, and then, on the wedding day, had me in tears because he wouldn't change out of his painting shirt and stop fixing Mama's bed that for some reason had fallen apart.
Another time I dreamt that I was on a really boring honeymoon in Hawaii where all we did was drive up and down hills covered in palm trees and hibiscus in a stuffy car while Mama and Dad followed a bit behind in a convertible. Strange huh? Well, this was rather a dull post, but I must go do Saturday chores to prepare for church! -Rachel
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