Weddingbells....

I dreamt that I was back in Holland, at my church, for my own wedding. Except, the happening that is supposed to be the event of your life was somewhat like a surprise party: I had no clue of what was going to happen.

I remember walking towards my church, stepping around the corner and to my great surprise, there were all my family and friends awaiting me. However, to my distress I found out that it was not my boyfriend awaiting me at the end of the aisle, but some other guy whom I had met several months ago.

Immediately, I started feeling guilty towards my boyfriend. 'I can't marry this guy, I'm with someone else!'. But then I took a closer look at him, and saw that he was wearing the suit of a priest (I'm not even Catholic). Behind him, stood my boyfriend..smiling. Phew, what a relief! Though I am getting married at my wedding-a-la-surpriseparty, at least I am marrying my BF and not some fellow. Here comes the bride....