Being Proposed to!

As some of you know, I have very vivid dreams. Last night was no exception. And it was an AWESOME dream. I was at my mom's house in Wyoming. The florist arrived with a small delivery and told me the rest was outside. I was confused by the comment. When I got to my mom's garden, there were flowers planted over every inch of it. Then there was a note telling me that my guy loved me. (As a side note, this particular guy was someone I knew a long time ago who is now married. But it turned out to be a different guy later in the dream, so I didn't feel too guilty. I HATE dreaming about guys who are already taken. But, I have no control over it. It's not like I pine for them. Anyway, I digress....)

Soon, I hear music. Small horse drawn carriages begin to go by my mom's house with my guy relatives singing different parts of a song. (If you know my family, you know the guys can SING!) They were all wearing tuxes and carrying flowers. Then this really long carriage pulls up with all the guys in it. By this time I have to sit at the picnic table that magically appears. The carriage stops and the guys hop out and start to sing another song. There were flowers everywhere. The the street turns into a hub of activity where everyone from the town is dancing and singing the same song. Spontaneous choreography, just like in the movies. I remember thinking that this guy really knew me because he figured out how to include my loved ones without making it cheesy and really embarrassing. It was adorable.

I start crying because I realize what's going on. Pretty soon everyone starts chanting the guy's name. And he appears in the midst of everyone wearing a huge grin and a tux. In my mind I realize that it's not the guy who I originally thought it was, but I'm okay with it. This guy is MUCH older (probably only in his late 30s), but I'm okay with that, too. He walks towards me, bends down on one knee, and asks me to marry him. Then I tell him I have to think. What?!?! A guy proposes to me and I have to THINK ABOUT IT? What kind of dummy am I?

I am suddenly in my mom's house walking around by myself wondering what I should do. By this time I think my real consciousness shouts, "WHAT THE CRAP IS THERE TO THINK ABOUT?" At this time, I wake up and am very happy.

Oh, if only dreams really came true.