Mahinda’s Little World

So…what’s new with me?

Shooting on Monday, as per usual. Shot two competition cards, for the Wirral individual comp. Definitely hard work, as I was a bit short of sleep - the first was card a very disappointing 93, but the second was a 98, and a "good" 98 at that, where the bulls were dead-centre and the nines were only just out.

Popped into the Red Lion afterwards, where Pete, Sarah, Rosy, Adrian and Emma were doing the quiz. We got free chilli! It was decent stuff, too. Did horrendously in the quiz, though.

Didn’t go to hockey training yesterday evening, as my dodgy left knee has been hurting. Instead, I ended up watching two episodes of Doctor Who, which was nice - I’ve hardly seen any of the new ones, despite wanting very much to.

So, my reality hasn’t been very exciting, really.

My dream world, however, seems to have gone a bit David Lynch. Only a bit, as I’m not quite that strange, but definitely stranger than usual.

A couple of nights after the (already posted) dream about the cat, I had a considerably more disturbing dream…

[cue visual "fade to dream sequence" effect]

It was the day before my wedding. Surprising, as I’m certainly not after marriage right now, and it’s not something that’ll happen in the foreseeable future!

Ian was Best Man. This isn’t all that surprising.

However, The Bride was…actually, I’m not going to tell you that. It was definitely a surprise choice by my subconscious mind though, as the girl in question is someone I’ve never even fancied in the least, let alone thought about in relationship terms, and I certainly wouldn’t want to marry her. Nice girl, but no.

Most odd, and I have no idea why it was her.

Anyway, the day started with some sort of Catholic blessing ceremony. There were nuns involved. The Bride is certainly not Catholic, and neither am I. Lots of her friends and family were there. I’m pretty sure they’re not Catholic, either.

This is when I realised that I’d not told anybody about it - I hadn’t even mentioned it to friends and family, never mind actually inviting anyone.

And the wedding was to be the very next day. In Belfast I think, although it might have been Dublin. Again, I have no idea why - neither me nor The Bride has any Irish connections.

Cut to some big concrete building, by a river/canal/etc., with lots of shiny blue lights. I think it may have been in Manchester. It’s the evening before my wedding day, and the only two from the wedding party are Ian and me. Lots of my friends are also there, so I decide to try and get them along, last minute.

For some reason Jon D gets a large cameo (if that’s not an oxymoron). He and Liz (his girlfriend) were sitting beside me.

Just before Ian and I start telling everyone about the wedding (and I phone my parents to tell them), I wake up.

I awoke feeling very confused indeed, wondering what I was to do, it being the day of my wedding. It took me a good few seconds to establish that I was in my old bedroom (at the folks’ place) and wasn’t getting hitched any time soon. To say I was quite relieved is a bit of an understatement.

[reverse fades back into real world]

All very bizarre. I’m slightly worried that my subconscious mind seems to be thinking about marriage. Despite the plethora of weddings that I’ve attended, I think that’s the first time I’ve dreamt about my wedding