I came running down that aisle of dreams
Ready to burst
When the priest looked and said
You are late
I entered a bit awed
Of the role I was playing in that church
Surprisingly I was the Groom
Happy faces looking me in the eye
The more upward the more familiar
I got till the end of that enchanted PATH
With only one thing in my mind
who is she?!
When I was ready to lift my hand
To make an objection of what seemed to be an illusion,
a misunderstanding,
I woke up
Confused, and you instinctively
said:
You may kiss the bride!
I love it when dreams are ackwardly vivid, even upside down , and then apparently the veil is gone and reality is different, sometimes it is a good feeling and it takes time to get on the track again.