Wedding

I was a guest at my high school boyfriend's wedding to his current girlfriend, and having a pretty good time. There was dancing and an open bar and for some reason several hallmarks of traditional Jewish weddings even though I don't think either of them is Jewish. At the reception I went over to congratulate him and he asked me if I was jealous (which I'm assuming he would not do in real life because it's ridiculous and tactless) and I said no, I was jealous of the girl he dated after me because instead of me making him miserable, she was making him miserable, like she had replaced me. But I couldn't be jealous of someone who made him happy. It was a surprisingly sweet moment for my dream-self, especially given that my dream-self is usually quite selfish and illogical, not to mention my tendency to have dreams that easily lend themselves to psychoanalysis that would give Freud a boner. (Recall the dream where I lost a spelling bee because I couldn't spell the word "happy.")

There was a moment of lucidity in which I considered that that is how I would feel if Kevin married his current girlfriend - I've always thought she seems perfect for him even though I've never met her in person. Then, still in my moment of lucidity, I marveled at the fact that I had managed to somehow not make an ass of myself in this particular dream situation, when I so often make an ass of myself in situations with far less ass-making potential. Then I wondered if I had just jinxed myself, which I had, because when I was fully immersed in the dream again, I looked down at myself and realized that I was wearing a long white dress. To a wedding. My high school boyfriend's wedding. Dammit, Grace.



**Update: Apparently I was doing that occasional psychic thing because on like July 10th or 11th Kevin and his girlfriend announced their engagement on Facebook. I'M A WIZARRRRRRRRD**