Dreams are weirder. I dreamt he showed up for a visit and had an empty engagement ring box, which he showed me, because he wanted me to help him pick out a ring. I guess my subconscious is trying to help me get used to the idea that he may actually get married. (He once told me he was never getting married. He's 41 this year and I think I was starting to believe him. But not so much anymore.) We'll see what happens.
The dream was bittersweet. My friend, who I shared this with, asked if I thought it could actually happen; Could he actually show up here wanting my help to pick out a ring, were he to decide to marry this girl? I said probably not. I think he could do just fine on his own, plus we're still friends but I'm sure he has much closer friends than me. The idea was nice, but it was a bit My Best Friend's Wedding, in a way. Can you see me at the rehearsal dinner (brunch?) with my gay fake fiance singing Dionne Warwick? I could make that happen!
I say a little prayer for you....
-A
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