Dreaming about Weddings Again

No story to share this time, but I'm considering turning one of these dreams into a short story.

Both of these happened on the same night strangely enough. And neither seemed to have anything to do with each other. The first I had during the night and revolved around my wedding to an unknown man. I saw him at one point, but it was like he didn't have a face or he was in shadow. All of these things kept happening on the day of my wedding to somehow throw a wrench in the whole works. I kept having to fix something that seemed to go wrong. Don't remember anything of significance except I think it was raining which threw everything off. I never did get to the alter nor did I ever get anything figured out.

So, we go from very vague dream to rather vivid one. In this dream I actually did get married. And to someone I know or rather knew. About a year ago, I went on a date with this guy who is the grandson of one of my grandmother's friends. He was a nice enough guy and all, but I really didn't feel a connection with him. I could see him as a friend, but he was much younger than me both physically and mentally. I didn't feel like we had anything in common and I really wasn't attracted to him. He wanted to further things much faster than I did, so I ended things.

In this dream, I married him. At least it was him in name, but it didn't look like him. All the way even going up to the 'I Do's' I felt the marriage was wrong. We were being pushed into it by family and I really didn't love him. I knew all this and kept telling myself I should back out, but didn't. I ended up going through with the wedding. From the little I could remember, it was a very nice wedding, but even as I said 'I Do,' I knew this guy didn't love me. And that I didn't love him.

Things only got worse. I thought things would get better once we moved in together and started acting like a real married couple. Well, it only worsened. I remember one part particularly well which was my wedding night. I was lying in bed waiting for him. He got into bed, turned off the light, rolled over and went to sleep. I laid there wanting to cry thinking it was my wedding night and my own husband didn't want to touch me.

By the second day I was convinced this whole thing was a really, monumentally bad idea. I talked to my grandmother and told her I thought we should get our marriage annulled. Our second day together hadn't been any better. He ignored me mostly. I never saw him. We slept in the same bed, but he never seemed the slightest bit interested in anything but sleeping. I knew if we hadn't consummated our marriage, then an annulment wouldn't be difficult. At least, that was what I told myself in the dream. My grandmother was much harder on my than I had thought she would be. She told me I needed to stick it out and that I couldn't afford an annulment which would be 200,000 dollars! Where that figure came from I have no idea! I knew I couldn't afford all the lawyer fees for a divorce, so I knew I had to take care of this on my own. My family would not be supportive.

I then went to him when he got home from work. I told him I thought it would be best if we ended the marriage. He acted shocked and asked me why I thought that. Now I was in shock. Had he not been there?! I told him as much and said I thought it would be best if we got an annulment, but was told how expensive it was and that we couldn't afford it. I said maybe we should go through with the divorce.

I never did get an answer from him. I think that was when I woke up from my nap. And what a way to wake up!

This one I've already gotten an idea for a story. I couldn't sleep last night, so I rolled it around in my head until the story gelled. Now, gotta write it down.