Do you ever have those dreams that are just a mix of random things from your own past and famous people socialising with your friends and family? Something like that happened to me over the weekend. It was pretty weird.
Our friends were getting married, which sort of made sense since they have been dating a while and are obviously kinda nuts about each other. The dream gets weird though because the wedding was being held at my old job which happened to be in a restaurant my wife and son operate. The place is much too small for a wedding in real life.
So the wedding starts and the happy couple are saying there vows while Bruce Springsteen is playing in the background. That actually fit together as well because my friend, the one getting married is a huge Springsteen fan and owns a record store. You should check it out if you are in the Steinbach area. Vinyl Experience I believe it is called. ( He had better buy me a beer for this plug.) So anyway things are moving along and its time for the rings so out comes the ring-bearer right on cue. Of course, the ring-bearer is a dog of all things. I don’t know how the subconscious mind even comes up with this sort of thing, but hey dreams are weird. It gets weirder.
So the official part is over, and the happy couple is in their glory having been pronounced man and wife when Elvis Presley saunters in from the back somewhere and starts singing all his greatest hits. Elvis was awesome! One thing that was a little strange about him though was that he claimed he wasn’t the real Elvis and tried to pass himself off as a Mennonite of all things. It happens that I am an actual Mennonite and so I know one when I see one. This was Elvis! He had people dancing wherever they could find a square foot of real estate in no time. My wife gave him a bottle of wine, so he was drinking wine while singing, which is impossible in real life but hey this was a dream, so anything goes. It also proved he was not a Mennonite since everybody knows they don’t drink.
All in all, though I gotta say it went pretty well as weddings go. The happy couple headed off on their honeymoon and Elvis went back to where Mennonite Elvis hangs out.
The only problem is I just ate a tart that I am confident came from that wedding. I guess I better make an appointment with a psychologist and try to find my way back to reality.