3/1/14

I dreamt I was getting married. I was wearing the most gorgeous dress, but I had a green shirt over top, with the collar folded back for jewels to be seen (a bit like Angel does with Tess in Tess of the D’Urbervilles which I have recently watched). Then I went to loo in the dream. George Cloony burst in. I was insulted (In real life I’d just have been embarrassed). I’m told something about my husband to be. I also comforted another girl who was quite upset and in a champagne coloured dress, possibly a bridesmaid.