I had a dream the night before last.
It went something like this:
I was watching the children of who in my dream, was my aunt.
In real life, she is merely an old acquaintance of the family. She spoke of her youngest brother, and his wedding. It was to be the next day.
I had never heard anything of my uncle's engagement prior to the conversation with my aunt. And I was a little surprised. Who was the bride? I didn't know. My aunt didn't speak of her, but what she did do, was ask me if I was nervous.
What did she mean? I was confused.
My uncle (whom in real life is not my uncle. In real life, he doesn't exist at all.) was a man in his mid-thirties, he had dark skin, and dark eyes... But an unpleasant darkness that made me shiver. He didn't speak much. Maybe not at all, in my dream. I didn't like him right from the start.
My parents came over to my aunt's house looking for me, seeming rather nervous and unsettled about something, but I didn't ask.
I went with them, to my home in the town where I lived. But something seemed different. There was a queerness about the air. There was a queerness about my dream, as a whole.
At this house where I lived, I slept, and slept... And when I woke, everyone was rushing about. There was a great deal of excitement going on, and many looks aimed in my direction. Looks of a certain kind that you would never hope to have aimed towards you in real life.
Everyone was getting ready for my uncle's wedding. I too, was getting ready.
I put on a dress that I had found placed on my bed. It was a pale yellow, almost white.
I didn't like it. But I wore it, regardless.
The wedding was in a great big wooden building, with high ceilings and chandeliers that gave off an eerie light. There were no chairs, nowhere to sit. Everyone was standing in little clumps, waiting and watching. And it was then, when everybody turned to look at me enter the giant room, in my almost white dress, that I realized something was wrong.
They thought something of me, something that caused them to hate me with their eyes.
But just as I was assuming the worst, I looked to the back of the room, and saw the bride, in a beautiful gown of white. Not almost white.
White. Vivid white.
But she was going completely unnoticed. What kind of wedding was this?
The groom entered from a door on the side of the building.
He was drunk. People surrounded him, and there was whispering, and talking of a terrible sort.
And when he started running towards me, and I heard scolding whispers from the people surrounding me, I then realized, that what I had first assumed... Was right.
For some bizarre reason, everyone was under the impression, that I was the bride... About to marry my middle aged uncle, with angry, drunk eyes. And there he was, running towards me, with a fury about him that made me more scared than I already was.
He too, in all his drunkenness, thought that I was the bride, and was angry with me for a reason that I didn't know. With no clarification as to what was going on, and still wondering why all of this was happening to me... I ran. I ran faster than I knew I could, away from my uncle.
Away from all of the judgmental, confused people.
I ran to my older brother, who I saw standing in the small doorway at the back of the room, and with as few words as I could, asked him to help me escape.
He agreed, even though at the time he didn't believe that I was oblivious. He too thought the same strange thing as everyone else. And that made me sad.
But still, he helped me. And for that I was glad.
Even though he was intoxicated, my uncle was fast, and chased us all through the town.
Yelling unrecognizable words, making me feel a weird kind of pain.
He was getting closer to us, and I was beginning to think he would catch me.
But just then, my brother leaped. He leaped high, and kept going higher, and higher, and never came down. It seemed as though he was flying, and this made my uncle stop. He just stood there, looking dumbfounded.
He must have thought he was going mad. And indeed, he might have been.
But so was I...
