I had a dream last night that I was an old man. I was wearing a tuxedo. White bowtie, which was neato.
My wife came into get me. My wife who looked liked Grace Park, which was awesome. And sad, since that told me it was a dream.
We went downstairs, and I noticed it was my parent’s home, which confused me since they live in a large hacienda style ranch, which only has one ground level floor and a couple subterranian levels. The we went outside to the backyard, where there was a wedding going on. COnfused me even more since it wasn’t the backyard to my folks’ home either.
There was a chamber orchestra, with Joe on the cello. Weird, they were playing Thais’ Meditation.
It was a wedding. I sat on the right, which means I’m the groom’s parents, but I couldn’t see his face. The bride came down the aisle. And it was Grace.
I kept calling her dongseng and the wedding guests were confused.