After a while, I fell asleep, then drifted into a vivid dream. It was a wedding dream that began with me walking down the aisle in a white gown, beaming at friends and family who were seated on both sides of the church. When I reached the preacher he shook his head no. Then the joyful wedding song changed to circus music, and as it did the room began to spin. Mrs. Myszkowski was dressed like a clown, her face painted to match. She pointed at me and said, “If you hadn’t been a tramp this wouldn’t be happening.” Mr. Varo sat in the front row next to a row of life-sized robots, wearing a vacant expression. My mom was alone in the front row on the other side, crying. I got dizzy and was about to faint, but Irene the psychic caught me. She pulled me to my feet and said, “I told you so.” I woke up and glanced around, happy to discover I was safe in my bed. The mind sure played games when under stress. Probably too many opinions on what I should or shouldn’t do freaking me out.
