Every so often you have one of those dreams that you wish to share with people immediately. Last night I had a dream that I was going to see an old friend from China. Oddly, though within the dream this friend, a woman in her fifties or sixties who had endured several divorces and moves around China, was very familiar to me, when I woke up I realized that she and her family were entirely fictional. Not that uncommon in a dream, I guess, but it was surprising.
Getting on with the story, when I arrived to meet her I found her standing outside a room where a wedding was going on. Apparently her daughter was getting married and with her father unavailable, I was asked to escort her. Everything proceeded as normal, with an appropriate nervousness on my part, until the question “Who gives away this bride?” (or however it was phrased) was asked (in English). For some reason, I had three responses in mind, in Chinese: “她妈妈” (“Her mother.” Would’ve worked I guess), “她妈妈和我” (“Her mother and I.” Translation of a familiar usage, but awkward in context.), and finally “我” (“I/me.” Extremely awkward under the circumstances.) Only after I woke up did I realize that it would probably be best not to say anything in that situation, letting the mother take that particular formality.
Luckily, that was apparently not the actual wedding, just a rehersal, so I wasn’t entirely put on the spot. I guess my subconscious was trying to save itself some embarrassment. In any case, I had a conversation with a few people that I was feeling uncomfortable with the responsibility and wanted to bow out, but my own mother (my whole family was suddenly there) convinced me to go ahead with it, citing that one relative had already addressed the groom as “princess” and there’s no possibility that I could cause any more embarrassment than that. I have no idea where such a “princess” comment would come from, by the way. If it happened in real life, I’m sure Alzheimer’s would be involved.
I never saw the conclusion to the story, as I woke up before the actual wedding started. Maybe it’s better that way, as although the pastor was one from my past church, I am sure that there would be some parts of the ceremony in Chinese, and since I’m not familiar with Chinese weddings, any lines my subconscious would generate would almost certainly be flawed or even entirely wrong. I’m sure the story would have turned out alright, though. In any case, that was my dream, and if you read all the way through, thank you for your indulgence… and your boredom.