I dream about arranged marriages a lot. I'm not particularly sure why; maybe they're just a good jumping-off point for some interesting plots. There was one involving a cornfield one time years ago...but that's a story for another day, I think.
Last night I dreamed that, for political reasons, I was arranged to be married to one of my friends, a friend of whom I'm fond enough to write a ukulele birthday song for, but not one that I would marry. It was fine though, because he didn't want to marry me either. Thankfully, there was a loophole: if we could have five unsuccessful weddings we could get out of it. We had an officiator who agreed to foul up the first ceremony, set to take place in Minnesota. It's probably also important to mention that in this dream, I had superpowers much like Superman: flying, x-ray vision, etc.* This was why we could so easily get to Minnesota. We were getting ready to leave my house in Medford (I was wearing a green dress that closely resembled a not-amazingly-flattering bridesmaid's dress I had to wear back in the day) when it started to snow. I decided I needed shoes, so I went back inside and chose the brown shoes that make my feet smell horrible (this was not supposed to be a successful wedding, remember?).
Unfortunately the dream took a different turn when I somehow ended up in a plane and had to use my Superman powers in a way resembling something that happened in an episode of Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman, so I don't know if my friend and I got out of our marriage arrangement. But I'm going to be optimistic and say that everything worked out happily, and that at least one of us ended up with an attractive Asian man.
*I figured this out earlier when I was at a New England beach and I flew up past the clouds into this room with a series of doors that opened over various states (I had at first gone too far to the left and ended up in South Dakota). I ended up in Minnesota to take my father (not my real-life father, but it was the old guy from Modern Family) to a Dunkin' Donuts (which made no sense since we started out in New England so why would we go to Minnesota?) but it was actually this diner that served donuts and coffee and a tuna melt (which is what I ordered).
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