I had a dream

Yes, last night I had a dream.  My dreams are always in color, and last night's was a hum-dinger. 

We must go back in time, around the era of castles, kings, queens and maidens in waiting.  Oh, there was a big ta-do going on.  Apparently I was a participant in a wedding.  Maid of Honor, no less. 

I was getting ready for the event, being helped into my dress by some women I didn't recognize.  They were pushing and pulling at me, trying to get this cumbersome garment over my head.

The gown seemed to be made of very heavy fabrics like wool and velvet.  The neck line was v-shaped, puffy, violet red, and met in front at my boobies.  It must have weighed ten pounds.  The shoulders were padded, and the upper sleeves looked like balloons, tapering down to my elbows.  The wrists were tight and kind of cut off the circulation to my fingers.

The gown was emerald green, wool I think, I just know it was very heavy and very hot.   The bodice tight and slenderizing.  I think I must have been stuffed into girdles and such in order for me to have gotten into the gown at all.  The skirt was full, hung to the ground, had it been a lighter weight fabric it probably would have swished gently as I walked.  As it was, it hung like a wall tapestry.

I could feel myself beginning to perspire.  Still the women fussed about, preening.  Finally a woman appeared with an emerald colored apparatus, that looked somewhat like decorative shelves, which she put around my waist, so that a shelf rested on each of my hips.  From behind, she tied the two shelves together with a large, lacy, violet red bow.  Thus another ten pounds was added to my attire. 

By now, I needed help staying on my feet and I began to complain how hot I was, and that I was becoming light headed as well.  It was as though the women could not hear me as they fussed with my hair, and powdered my nose.

Eventually I ready, at least as far as my entourage was concerned, because they hustled me out of my chamber, across a court yard, (thank goodness for the fresh, cooling, soothing air) and into a chapel where a waiting game began.

Finally, music swelled and I walked...well...(under all that extra weight)...stumbled down  the aisle.  The ceremony started.  I announced they had better move this affair along, or I was going to swoon and slump to the floor in a soggy heap.

Suddenly I could take it no longer, and I began to rip my lovely violet red and emerald outfit apart.  Off came the puffy neckline, off came the sleeves and I began to fumble with the bow in back.  I came to realize, I was losing control of the dream and in reality I was kicking off my covers, and wiggling around like a worm on a hot plate. 

When I was fully awake, the covers were in a heap at the foot of the bed, and I was moist with sweat.  A-ha.  This dream had no other meaning other than the fact that I was sleeping under my wintertime blankets, and with the rise of outdoor temperatures, indoor I didn't need them anymore.  So it was, my subconscious took over and in a round-about, colorful and quite entertaining way it cooled off my body. 

Boy, did I have a dream.