[Artchic528]

I had this dream a while back, and have been mulling over it ever since, and thinking of it whenever a new potential guy pops up on my "dating radar".

I "awake" in a motel room, the kind where the whole motel is on ground level, and all the doors to the rooms lead to the outside. Though it's not an expensive hotel, like a Sheridan or Ritz, it's very lovely, almost a "bed and breakfast" lovely kind of place. Definitely not one of those sleezy "charge by the hour" type deals. There are two twin beds, I'm getting up from one of them, of course, the one closest to the bathroom, with the second between me and the door. There are two single panel windows along the side where the head of each of the beds meets the wall to the right, and both are open. A soft summer breeze is wafting through them, billowing the sheer curtains inwards. The sweet salty air of the Atlantic Ocean surrounds me, as the motel is near it.

As I get up, I find I'm wearing a wedding dress. It's the kind I've dreamt about wearing since I was a little girl. Mermaid style, with beadwork on the bodice that shimmers and sparkles when it catches the light, lavender accents and is complete with matching veil. I hear someone calling me to finish up as we are going to be late. I smooth out my skirt a bit and walk to the door and the next thing I know, I'm face to face with a man, who is taller than I, but not nearly the height of my father (6'1"). He is more like my older brother's height (5'8" or so), and the most striking appearance about him, apart from his clear blue eyes, is his beard. It's short, but neat, in a scruffy sort of way, and sandy blondish brown, which matches his short, neatly parted hair. He smells of sweet cologne and wears a black tux, under which he wears a plain white, neatly pressed and starched dress shirt, with a lavender silk bowtie and matching lavender cummerbund.

This man is my fiancé, my groom, the man whom I am preparing to wed on this day. He looks down at me with a warm loving smile, we kiss, his scruffy yet neat beard scratching me in a way I adore. He asks if I'm ready, and I reply that I've been ready for a long time. Then we leave to go get married at the chapel. It is a glorious day. The day I've been waiting for all my life.

Then the dream ends and I wake up to the real world.

So, is this dream some sort of vision of the future? Or perhaps just wishful thinking playing out as a dream. If it's the latter, why does the man playing the groom in this scenario have a beard, when I prefer cleanly shaven men, or men with only a bit of scruff? I'm very perplexed, is all.

[Stuck1nhead]

I think it's more like wishful thinking. The man with the beard could be because you saw someone with a beard or that you preference has changed. It could be that despite the beard you (short comings) you want to be with anyways.

[Thunder Bow]

This is a dream of your own healing. You have changed for the better, you are in harmony within yourself. Good dream, for good work you have done for yourself.