I met this guy who looks familiar but I can't remember for sure who it is. We talked and decided to get married out of convenience.
He needed to get married for some reason and I went along with it. We got married, although I don't remember the ceremony. My husband had dark skin, like he was Samoan or black. I am white.
As we were walking out a couple that I know came up to us and said that we shouldn't be getting married if we didn't truly love each other. We hadn't told anyone that we weren't in love.
We pushed that couple off to the side and my grandmother came up to us. She told us how wrong we were for what we were doing.
After that we went to our new home. It was beautiful. I was gray brick on the outside, three stories high, and I remember red plush carpet on the inside. It had a dropped den, and the bedrooms were rather small and not very fancy, as was the rest of the house. When I first entered the house in the beginning, the den was clean, but each time I entered it got dirtier and dirtier. There were band instruments in there as well. There were lots of people there like friends who just wouldn't leave.
I remember that first night I thought that we would have sex, but we didn't. This went on for a while.
A few weeks or months later he went on a date with another woman. I didn't love him, but I think I wanted to and got jealous about his date. I went to the apartment where they were, and when I got there it was pouring rain outside, and all the windows were open, soaking the place and the people in it. When I asked why the windows were open, they said they were jammed.
I went around and started closing windows, and people started helping me. I went into the room where my husband was, and I closed the window.
All of the sudden he realized that he loved me and we left. I took my time leaving. I was happy, but I think I was trying to make time linger. I said I had to feed the hamster before we left. We went back to our house and kicked our friends out.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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