We were having the reception, but it wasn't in PTIK. The place was more like a pendopo; like one of those Sasono's in Taman Mini. Anyway in my dream I walked along the red carpet up to the stage, worrying about how I looked. A few people whispered I looked pretty, but when I caught myself in a mirrored wall, my face looked very round-shaped and I didn't like it.
What's weirder was when I got to the stage, I realized the groom wasn't there. And then when the traditional dance started, it wasn't Saman or anything close to Acehnese dances, but it was some GSP-orchestrated number. Yes, all in colorful costume with over-the-top moves.
It didn't stop there. Suddenly Bangun arrived next to me, with a gold oversized beskap. WTF. He panicked because of that, which got me even more panicked. But what did we do? We took our brand-new camcorder (in real life, we are saving to buy one) and shoot the guests from the stage.
And then the dream ended. What. The. Hell.
2 comments:
is it time for the mate of honor to go to kota or glodok and find illegal valium knock-offs?
You know it only takes half a dozen of donuts to get me sleeping like a baby.
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