I was standing in the middle of an old wooden bridge, with a lanky man by my side, facing the priest as we exchanged our vows.
I couldn't believe how it came to this point.
I tried to see the face of my future husband, I squinted but I couldn't see it. I looked back to look for the people attending, for my parents, for my sisters, for my brothers but I couldn't see anyone.
It was all in brownish color.
I panicked and as I was about to do something, the wedding was done.
Everything shifted to me and my husband lying down on our bed. The very same childhood bed I used to sleep on. We were about to do the thing every married couple does. His arm was draped around my back, his body near mine. AND....
I WOKE UP.
My heart was pounding so fast and my body was shivering. I sat down and thought of what just happened.
I realized I was just dreaming, but heck it felt so real.
The ghost of him was still lingering on my body, mind, and soul.
That was unbelievable.
How could a 12-year-old me dream like that? How could my pure and innocent childish mind procure that kind of vision?
I hadn't even known that an outdoor wedding ceremony was a thing. I hadn't even thought about marriage. I hadn't even planned of having a boyfriend.
How? And why?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9... years have passed and here I am trying to capture that bizarre dream through words. Wondering what is the meaning of it, or if it means something at all.
Is it God's sign of what will happen in the future? Or is it a premonition that my dream wedding in the future will only be a dream? Literally a DREAM.
And knowing that I'm a potential 'langgod' in our family, I pray it's not the latter.
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