Last night, I had another wedding dream. One where I’m engaged and about to be married, but then I notice something is wrong and I realize I can’t get married. Trust me, these wedding dreams are a lot worse than that one sentence might make them seem to be.
I’m not married. I’m not engaged. Heck, I’m not even seeing someone. Yet I still have these wedding dreams. I’ve had enough of them that I’ve done dream analyses on each of them. Today, as I look back on last night’s dream, I realized something: I’m good with being single. Sure, I’d like to meet that special someone, but I’m not in a rush to get married. Those points in the dreams where I determine that I can’t get married, that I’m not ready to get married are there because in the dreams I’m not marrying an actual person; the figure is there, but I never see their face. So until I meet that person who I do want to have in my life long-term, who I can see myself marrying, then I can’t get married because if these dreams are telling me anything, it’s that whatever pressures I feel pushing me to get married, to settle down, are not enough to make me say “I do” in the dreams.
I believe there is no such thing as a bad dream. A dream is there to tell us something about our life we would otherwise not think about.