I woke up before dawn today... crying. I had been dreaming about a wedding. My wedding. In the first dream, I married a close female friend. I'm not sure why we were getting married, but I do remember the feeling of dread/guilt as I watched how happy my mother was, while I remained aware of the sham nature of the marriage. The second dream was of my marriage to a man I was ridiculously in love with. My parents weren't there, but my man and I danced to "You're the Best Thing" by Style Council and "Don't Dream It's Over" by Crowded House.