I had a dream last night that my family forced me to get married in 2 days at a jam festival... or in a jam factory. there was jam. Anyways, my dress was pink and covered in sequins, and none of my friends could make it because it was too soon. The night before I was supposed to get married, mom dropped me off at Nan's house, and it was full of laptops and rotary phones. I woke up feeling scared, angry, confused and... well, let's say I won't be reading Today's Bride before bed again.
The weird thing is that before I got up I went back to sleep, and I had a dream that I was playing Ana Nalik's "Breathe" (2 am and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake/can you help me unravel my latest mistake etc...) on the piano. And singing it. Word for word and in tune. In an irish castle.
And now I don't want to go to bed, because I don't know what tonight will bring. All I know is that I've had that song stuck in my head all day and I want to play it, despite the fact that I haven't played piano in a good 15 years, I want to play that song.
I hate my head sometime.