cool, crazy dream
Oct. 29th, 2004 08:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7This one's really odd, but cool.
Like, it had a real and kind of coherent and plausible and kinda cool plot.
And none of my exes were in it.
Actually, nobody was a gangster's moll. Had there been an actual moll, no doubt things would have unfolded differently.
So there was this guy, a Mafia-type, but a good fellow nonetheless. He was in trouble, and had to flee. He needed a good reason to flee. So everyone had the great idea that a good cover for fleeing the country was: getting married.
I was a young Catholic girl of good family (my parents did appear in this dream, giving us driving directions and being very practical; I don't think I was me, but I don't know for sure who I was. i think I was skinnier, and dark-haired, but honestly don't know), and was volunteered to be the decoy bride. They found me a white dress, ran us down to the church and took snapshots (we could say that the real photos were still at the photographer)-- someone even produced a wedding cake. I think they even contacted the guests and told them where they were supposed to have been when, so they could back up the alibi.
So me and this gruff mobster-type... well, he was pretty funny. He's posing for the pictures and doesn't want to touch me. Ann, my sister, was taking pictures and laughing at us (she's not afraid of anybody, in real life either), and I was determinedly overstepping myself to contravene his authority and make him look like he loved me in those damn photos. I was all meek and submissive, in general, but I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my cheek against his and whispered, "Smile, if you value your life."
We succeeded in fleeing, and arrived at the hotel in the new place and were set up in the honeymoon suite. It was likely that the 'heat' (i've no idea what police force would have jurisdiction) would come after us, so we had to keep up the charade. But I was a good Catholic girl, and feared for my immortal soul. We had to sleep together, but I didn't want to make love to him because we weren't really married and we would go to Hell. He tried to talk me into it (notice how the character has progressed to become more involved in the charade? It just figures, when sex is involved.)-- if the cops came, and they could tell we hadn't really slept together, then they'd totally know, and they'd get him. He then promised to really truly marry me as soon as he could. I protested that it still didn't count. It was still a sin. But not an unforgivable sin, he said, and when we find a priest who can marry us, we can also go to confession. All right, I said finally, but don't get me pregnant or the child's soul will be in peril.
And I woke, thinking that that would make a good movie or something. Wouldn't it? Because of course then they really fall in love and he reforms his gangster ways (which really he was only doing to please his family) and live their lives happily ever after.
Dude, that's my next romance novel, right there. Don't freakin' steal this, right? I never get good ideas like that. :)
Course, we'll see whether I still think it's cool once I'm awake, but I reserve the right to be the judge of that later.
Like, it had a real and kind of coherent and plausible and kinda cool plot.
And none of my exes were in it.
Actually, nobody was a gangster's moll. Had there been an actual moll, no doubt things would have unfolded differently.
So there was this guy, a Mafia-type, but a good fellow nonetheless. He was in trouble, and had to flee. He needed a good reason to flee. So everyone had the great idea that a good cover for fleeing the country was: getting married.
I was a young Catholic girl of good family (my parents did appear in this dream, giving us driving directions and being very practical; I don't think I was me, but I don't know for sure who I was. i think I was skinnier, and dark-haired, but honestly don't know), and was volunteered to be the decoy bride. They found me a white dress, ran us down to the church and took snapshots (we could say that the real photos were still at the photographer)-- someone even produced a wedding cake. I think they even contacted the guests and told them where they were supposed to have been when, so they could back up the alibi.
So me and this gruff mobster-type... well, he was pretty funny. He's posing for the pictures and doesn't want to touch me. Ann, my sister, was taking pictures and laughing at us (she's not afraid of anybody, in real life either), and I was determinedly overstepping myself to contravene his authority and make him look like he loved me in those damn photos. I was all meek and submissive, in general, but I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my cheek against his and whispered, "Smile, if you value your life."
We succeeded in fleeing, and arrived at the hotel in the new place and were set up in the honeymoon suite. It was likely that the 'heat' (i've no idea what police force would have jurisdiction) would come after us, so we had to keep up the charade. But I was a good Catholic girl, and feared for my immortal soul. We had to sleep together, but I didn't want to make love to him because we weren't really married and we would go to Hell. He tried to talk me into it (notice how the character has progressed to become more involved in the charade? It just figures, when sex is involved.)-- if the cops came, and they could tell we hadn't really slept together, then they'd totally know, and they'd get him. He then promised to really truly marry me as soon as he could. I protested that it still didn't count. It was still a sin. But not an unforgivable sin, he said, and when we find a priest who can marry us, we can also go to confession. All right, I said finally, but don't get me pregnant or the child's soul will be in peril.
And I woke, thinking that that would make a good movie or something. Wouldn't it? Because of course then they really fall in love and he reforms his gangster ways (which really he was only doing to please his family) and live their lives happily ever after.
Dude, that's my next romance novel, right there. Don't freakin' steal this, right? I never get good ideas like that. :)
Course, we'll see whether I still think it's cool once I'm awake, but I reserve the right to be the judge of that later.
