I took a nap today after Steve Wilkos. I don’t really like him, he’s to angry, anger never solves problems properly. I had a very vivid and long dream. In my dream I found out that I had been set up by my family for an arranged marriage. I was nervous but excited.
There was a formal reception of sort between our families where I met my future wife for the first time. Her family was Persian. I don’t know if Persians practice arranged marriages or not, but in my dream her family did. She and her sister were born in the U.S. Her family all showed up at once.
She and her sister were dressed in beautifully in dresses, as was her mother, and her father was in a nicely tailored suit. I was introduced to her and her sister, and even at that point I had no idea which one I was about to marry. The first sister I was introduced to was slightly overweight and not very pretty. I was nervous at first that it might be her but then after reflecting on it I decided it might turn out ok.
The second sister was very cute. She was skinny and wearing a gorgeous blue dress. Her hair was long and black and completely straight. Still she wasn’t too pretty, if that makes any sense. She wasn’t so pretty that she would obviously have an overenlarged ego. As it turned out it was her who I was about to marry.
We sat down to dinner. I pulled her chair out for her and sat next to her. The actual conversation in my dream was hazy but it left me with the sense that she was really chill. Very down to Earth, very much my type. I knew that I was going to be very happy building a life with her.
Then I woke up to my alarm. I had to go to the radio station to do my top twenty countdown. I didn’t want to wake up. Someone arrange a marriage for me. I’d appreciate it very much.