This morning, as I was only awake enough to roll toward and hum in response to Collin’s voice, Collin told me he dreamed about our wedding last night, and that it was nice. Then he ran five miles and I went back to sleep.
He came back and kissed me awake. I told him his kisses felt like acid. He told me that was just sweat. I told him to stop sweating acid.
“I dreamed about our wedding!”
“You told me.”
“It was so nice! You looked beautiful!”
“Thank you.” (I’m not sure why I thanked him for a compliment toward dream image of me, but erring on the side of politeness is never a bad idea.) “Did you like my dress?”
“Yes! It had gold things on the shoulders.”
“How did you KNOW?”
Anyway, I’m glad that y-chromes have wedding dreams too. And I’m glad that not every wedding dream is along the lines of “I’m marrying the wrong person!” or “No one is here and the ceremony is about to start!” or “I can’t put my wedding band on my finger because my fingers are liquid!”