Exhausting Dreams

You know what I mean. The kind of dreams you wake up from feeling more tired than ever. Your 7 hours of sleep, down the drain. I had one of those last night.

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It was a friend's wedding, although I don't really know this person in real-life. And I had prepared a poem for her and her partner (who was a man, but then was a woman, cos dreams are funny like that). And it was such an exhausting week cos we were preparing for the wedding. I didn't think much about the poem until the moment I was supposed to recite it.

I was all nervous and all when the emcee called someone else to read out my poem. And 3 other women began to read it out. Trust me, it was a different poem but according to them, the meaning was the same. So I started getting a tiny bit frustrated and something was going on with the sound system but those three women, who apparently were lit scholars kept interrupting each other about the best way to read the poem.

Then we were struggling for the mic. I just wanted to say something to the couple. Oh my gawsh, you cannot believe how tiring and stressful this felt in my dream. So I finally got the mic, and the three women just would not shut-up. And when they did, this is what I said to the couple:

"I just want to use the example of the poem. It's a poem that three women are fighting over because each of them think they know the best way to read it. Similarly in life, that's what's going to happen. People are going to tell you things, to say you should do things this way or that way as a couple because apparently, it's the best. They will consciously or unconsciously influence your marriage. But I want to remind you, to protect your marriage. Make sure that it's the both of you making the decisions. That you prioritize each other and block out the exhausting screams of the people around you to listen to each other. Then decide for yourselves. It's your poem, read it the way you like to."

(Okay, I probably wasn't as eloquent in my dream, but in wakefulness, it's kinda hard to remember verbatim.)

But the women would not shut-up. I felt a head-ache coming on.

Then I woke up. An hour and half before my alarm was set to ring. Sunlight was streaming through the blinds and I knew there was no way I would be able to get back to sleep.

So here I am, blogging. Yawn.