Dream Journal

This is all I can write about anymore that is in any way interesting. The edge of my life is dulled by monotonous hours of work and cartoon watching.

So the other day I had a dream that I was engaged to get married. Yup. Big knee slapper there. Anyways, I just had that feeling like, "Oh yeah, I finally did it!" and even though I didn't know who the lucky lady was (she could have actually been way more attractive than me, which would then make her unlucky?), I had that surreal feeling you might get when you win first prize in front of a huge crowd of adoring people and fans--and when I say huge crowd, I'm talking Marriot Center with standing room only.
The thing is, I was just walking around in the church building with a few of my acquaintances and feeling a little bit of stress on top of that elation. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I had to be at some sort of welcoming party, like a reception but before the actual wedding. But even though I knew it was supposed to happen that night, I just kept meandering around and putting off getting ready for the whole shindig until I finally asked one of the oblivious acquaintances, "Hey, aren't I supposed to be at some sort of party tonight?"
He replied with something like, "Don't worry about that, man, it's too late anyways." Hmmph. So the stress was gone at least... but so was the elation.
Now, you may want to look more into this than you really should; see some kind of message for me or all the  stagnant bachelors in the church whathaveyou. Before you do that, let me give you one disclaimer:

 in this dream, I was actually Bilbo Baggins.