In it, I had agreed to marry an  old friend of mine, although I’m not sure why. This friend, was, at the same time, marrying another female as well. (He’s been known to have trouble with monogamy) So we had a double wedding. About 15 minutes after the ceremony…someone in the wedding party mentioned a person I had feelings for IRL…and my heart sank. I realized I had made a mistake marrying this friend. I immediately consulted my mother, who of course, told me that I should have put more thought into this marriage if I had no intentions of following through. In the end, she told me it was my life and if I felt that’s what I needed to do, then to do it. I told her it wouldn’t be a problem…that “friend” and I were cool and he wouldn’t mind. It was a casual marriage, and neither of us, to my knowledge, were serious about it. When I confronted “friend” about my wanting a divorce so that I could pursue other interests, he flew into a fit of rage, stating that I was his wife & he essentially owned me. I ran as fast as I could, with him & his posse’ in close pursuit. In my escape, I became injured and my clothes were torn. I finally made it to the court house and was so out of breathe I couldn’t speak. The judge took one look at me. His mouth never opened, but with his mind, he said “Who has done this to you?” and he pulled out a stack of photos…all of people I knew. He slowly flipped through. When he came across a photo of “friend”, I pointed to it. The judge nodded.

I woke up.