Apocalyptic Weddings

Dream:

It was Natty's wedding. There were some other things going on in the dream at the time, and I'm not sure where exactly we were, but I feel like it was supposed to be VA. My mom and I picked up the bridesmaid dresses - mine was a black taffeta gothic number with platform stripper heels and a ninja mask. I was dubious.

For some reason, the wedding was in a Baptist church that was built kind of like a tower, with rows of seats stacked vertically going up a chimney in the center of the building - only the first few rows (the ones beneath the ceiling) could hear the preacher at all, but I suspected that there were huge LCD screens in the walls of the "chimney." The preacher stepped out from wherever he'd been; he was a rotund dwarf with a 5 0'clock shadow. He immediately commanded us to sing the national anthem.

Steven was furious and resolutely clamped his mouth shut. Everybody else was appalled. I looked at S pleadingly, hoping he'd be willing to save the situation with his lovely voice, but he shook his head ever so slightly. I sighed, removed the mask and sang the national anthem solo. Amazingly for a dream, I retained my usual competent, untrained vocal skills and managed to sound acceptable. Everybody clapped. Then the preacher, who was incredibly preachy, started spouting out extreme right-wing nonsense mixed with ignorant pseudo-religious statements that had me smoldering with fury and offense. This was Natty's wedding.

That's when the storm hit. The building rocked and we all fled outside - the vista was incredible. There was a huge spire of faceted gray rock stretching up into space, maybe 10,000 miles high. Europe could have seen it. It was beautiful, but I knew at once that it was destroying the world. Vast masses of supercell thunderstorms spontaneously formed around it, lightning of all colors struck it at random, but it was magnificent against a deep blue twilight sunset. Yeah, go brain! You rock. I won't forget that mental panorama anytime soon.

My family all drove to my parents' house - sirens were going off in all directions out in the night, wailing and shrieking and beeping - every kind of alarm sound my brain could imagine. The wind buffeted the house, and we spent the night huddling in my closet. After an interminable amount of time, the alarms quieted and went silent, and we knew it was morning and that we'd survived the worst.

To celebrate our survival of the apocalypse, we made Belgian waffles with maple syrup, powdered sugar and bananas. Mmm.