Marrying a stranger

Date: 1/5/2025

In my dream, I was to marry a stranger in a day’s time. It was a set-up by people who didn’t know me at all. The person I was to be set up with was a debt collector, ironically enough. (My last job was at a debt collection company, where I got fired.) There was a menacing woman who busted me writing a text to my friend Val, describing my situation. She threatened for me not to send that message, or I’ll be sorry. It didn’t dawn on me until I awoke, if they made all the arrangements, why wasn’t Val informed of this union or sent an invitation? She’s one of my close friends who should be informed of this event. Bridget was there, in the living room of a home I’ve never been in before. I thought someone who opened the door for me would close the door. I was asked if I lived in a barn, as they comment was directed to me not closing the door behind me. I said I thought whoever opened the door for me was closing the door as well, and then turned back to close the door. I was in a large living room with all these wedding planners I never met before. They were telling me all about the man I was to marry. The more I learned, the less comfortable I felt. I tried writing the text again from the bathroom in a stall. But that menacing woman knew my plan and sent spies there, too. During the planning and hustling the day before the big event, I was given two different lists that were hand-written. One described the man I was to marry, and the other described me. The one describing the groom was a big turn-off. He was everything I despised in a mate: he lied, cheated, gambled, drank alcohol and was loud. My descriptions were equally a turn-off, as they were completely inaccurate. Should I go through with this or find a way out? I decided to find a way out. I started to leave, and was threatened with the money invested. I said I’d reimburse them, though it’ll take a very long time to do so. I knew in my heart and brain this was not a good match. I thought I snuck out, but I was being followed. I spotted Charles R in a nearby parking lot and was telling him about all that transpired. He graciously listened. He was on a parked motorcycle, but it fell over and he spilled off the bike. Suddenly, he turned into a snake that resembled a garden hose. I asked if he was okay, but then the menacing woman caught up to me and I had to pretend I was alone, so as not to get Charles involved. Either the dream ended or switched to a different dream.