The Bride

Chinese traditional wedding, swiped from 小抖 ♬♫♪♩Kido on Flickr.

Unlike SK, I rarely have super-vivid dreams. None of those Hollywood movie plots and IMAX theater effects. But the other day, I think I finally got a blockbuster playing during my REM sleep. Well, not an action movie, more of a romantic comedy? Something every little girl dreams of... getting married. I actually dreamt that I was goonna marry KH. Quite traditional really. The bride went to the groom's place. Not in a palanquin with a band of musicians, but actually a VIP bus with me, SK and one other wispy person inside. After arriving at KH's condo, I went up to his place. Upon arrival, the front door was open and all his relatives were standing around. The standard sam ku luk po. All of them were whispering to each other. Can't blame them, how often does one see a gay marriage in Malaysia? But perhaps it was also due to the fact that I was only dressed in a muscle T and a pair of shorts for my own wedding (one would be expecting a red qipao with intricate phoenix emroidery). Anyway, KH suddenly came out and took me by the hand and led me inside. A hush fell over the place and every eye was on us. Then the whispering resumed with gusto. I was led to kneel in front of KH's parents. Amazingly, my mother-in-law was smiling sweetly. I offered her tea and she drank it willingly. In return, she gave me three giant dragon and phoenix bangles. My mouth was agape... Poof! The dream was over.

I don't know what prompted me to have that dream really. Wet dreams, skanky dreams I can understand... but dreams about matrimony? I have never given it any serious thought. I wonder...