The next thing I remember is telling my roomie Mike what had happened. He freaked out, and I tried to mollify him by telling him that we weren't married yet, I had only agreed to get married. He calmed down then, and we went to pick up my "future bride" in a tiny car - perhaps a Golf, Yugo, or Rabbit. When we got to her place, I got into the driver's seat, and she took the front passenger seat. She asked me if I thought she was special. I told her that I didn't know her that well, but sure! We went to a restaurant, and we walked to the front door with our arms around each other. She was taller than me, and I noticed that I wasn't wearing any shoes or sneakers. Inside the restaurant, she shared a milkshake with me, and also had some of someone else's. That is all I remember.
I was thinking about this dream while I was at work, and it made me wonder what it meant. When she said dyed, did she mean died? Does it mean Death is courting me? Hehehehehe... I don't feel close to death, and I am certainly not suicidal. It did make me think of another dream I had within the past couple of weeks.
In this dream, I was in bed with a woman that had no skin. She was talking to me, though. I was kissing her leg, and trying to get her to eat something, but when she tried, she couldn't taste it, and some of it came out of her neck. I looked out of the window, and saw my ex and some other women across the street in another window. They were lifting up their shirts, and showing their breasts to the street below, and laughing.
This dream was pretty easy to figure out. My relationship with my ex is dead. She has moved on, but I have not. I suppose it's a good thing that I can at least admit that it's over, but that doesn't change the fact that I still love her. She will always be a part of my life, whether or not she is actually in it. I told her during our last serious talk that I was going to try to grow a second heart, since I wanted the first one to stay with her.
Let's see how it goes...