Dream: I was going to my wedding in a minibus together with some of the invited guests. I was feeling unsure about it because it was to be a traditional style wedding and I was unfamiliar with the tradition. I was conscious that I was wearing a classical western white wedding dress and a vale. The vale was held on my head by a white plastic hoop that seemed at different times during the dream to be too big. The minibus pulled up at a place that looked like a farm homestead with two buildings and a veranda that extended the whole way around. It was a sunny day and there were people everywhere young and old all there to celebrate the wedding. They all appeared to know what to expect more so than I did. I was feeling uncomfortable. I walked towards the homestead anyway, but I was conscious that the man I was about to be married to (my current partner in real life) wasn't there yet and I felt like I needed him there for me to feel more comfortable about the whole event. I didn't recognise anyone. I also knew that his parents weren't there yet, and I was afraid they would miss it. As I approached the building, my mother came to me asking me whether I liked the dress. She had bought it for me and wasn't sure if I d like it. I looked down at the dress and saw it was white with little pieces of red material sewn to the straps and skirting the neckline. I told her I loved the dress.I was feeling self-conscious outside the house so I walked inside, where throngs of people were going to and fro. I found myself in a room in front of a mirror.
I thought I would take the chance to look at the beautiful dress that my mother had given me but when I turned to the mirror, my reflection showed me I was wearing black. The outfit was a martial arts outfit with pants and a jacket with a belt. I was very upset, almost horrified, at seeing the outfit because I didn't think black was appropriate for a wedding. The outfit was plain and not at all adorned. I was very sad by this and also disappointed that I couldn't see the dress my mum gave me.As I studied the outfit in the mirror more closely, I noticed that if I lifted the hem of the jacket slightly tilting the material to catch the light differently, it shimmered red. So I turned slightly and the whole jacket turned red. I was a little happier about this because red was better than black for a wedding. I also noticed that the jacket was littered with Chinese characters in gold and green and that the front panels were decorated by patterns in gold thread. A Japanese friend walked into the room at that point and started to talk to me. (In life, this friend was the boy who told me at the end of high school that he had loved me for years but had been too shy to tell me before. In the dream I remembered this fact.) He was telling me how he was going to make a computer and by implication was going to be very rich. I congratulated him on being so clever and lucky.Now I was away from the room and it felt as if time had moved forward a bit because I was sitting at a table talking to another person (someone I didn't recognise). He couldn't use one of his arms and he was telling me how it had happened. While he told the story, I was transported into the story and I sat with him in the car he had stolen before the accident happened.
The story became less important as I found myself standing outside an apartment block next to the stolen car that was now parked. The apartment was where I lived in the dream (I've never seen it in life) and where I thought my fiance was. I went up to our apartment to look for him, but I felt I must have missed him on the way up because he wasn't there. I was really sad that I couldn't find him because I was still wearing the black and red outfit for the wedding and all I wanted was for him to hug me and reassure me that everything was ok. I was nearly in tears because I couldn't find him. I went into the kitchen to call out the window to the people in the street below. I wanted them to stall him when he got downstairs so that I could catch up with him. That s when I awoke. It was the black outfit in the mirror that disturbed me most in this dream - I haven't been able to get it out of my mind!
Quentin's Diagnosis:Weddings pertain to happiness in your personal life. In your dream you weregoing to your wedding but were unsure about the traditions surrounding it.How can you have a 'traditional style' wedding if you don't know thetraditions. At first you were wearing the classic western white dress and veil, the image probably passed on through the ages, from Mother to daughter. The veil is a symbol of a woman being chastised by the male, but why do we still dream of ourselves in this role? White is the absorption of all colours to become one light. White stands for Protection, purity and the reflection of all to become one. The red material is the symbol of blood, life force, reality. Black is the absence of colour. Not reflecting off any colour or light. It is the opposing balance to white. These images you see of yourself in the mirror are displaying opposing views and say you're not quite sure what to make of it, it's not as it appears. Where's your choice in the matter. The traditional 'aussie' homestead with lots of people shows your earthiness with a taste for the cosmopolitan lifestyle as well. You seem to be moving so fast with what your mother wants yet when you go to the mirror you can't find the dress. Ask yourself what it is you both want and are they the same thing. The roles we take on, as a life-partner, a family member and a person are like changing rooms or changing clothes. The Gold and green in the jacket (go 'aussie') relate to the intellect and constancy. The Oriental designs on the jacket show you're passionate and exotic, not a purist nor what others see of you. Find your self sufficient confidence by looking in the mirror.