My MultiColoured Dreamer

Last night, I dreamt I was attending a wedding reception (of an unidentified friend). The whole crew was there - FTLily,Dufy, nka nka. The weird bit was the party was up the road from another wedding reception, at which I knew (facially) one or two of the groom's men (not anyone I think I actually do know). What precisely does it mean when you start dreaming of attending weddings (which I already have been doing anyhoos)? Or is this just another one of my Dreamywood Pictures....

Sha sha, there was this one guy who caught mi ojos (the one whose face I couldn't place), and he too looked like my face rang a bell, but of course, I turned away and walked off to try and locate the Father. Should incase such a situation comes to pass, what should be my response?

a) Smile, not make myself apparently hanging-around, but keep to the general vicinity and hope he makes a move

b) Take the initiative and just go over and say hello (for pete's sake!)

c) Move on, and hold my breath for a 3rd meeting at which point I use the first two sightings as a reference point for conversation-starting.

Do guys really categorize you in some form of negative if you come over and say hello first? Does it truly contribute to their thinking they are hot sturves, and you an adoring fan?? (Which I would be actually, since I most likely would not make a move on a YOU-Gly guy. Superficiality!). I think I shall open myself up to new possibilites. Afterall, i've been severally adviced to broaden my field to include new opportunities, and stop stagnating on the same old same olds. We'll see how that works out.

I finally acknowledge out loud that I have an inclination to lighter-skinned guys, though not an out and out preference. That's not a bad thing is it? It is just a physical appearance afterall, and doesn't stop any one of them from being any less a schmuck than the darkies. I reckon this dream may just have been influenced by a somebori who caught my eye at White House last night. Yes, a lightie he was.

But dark guys can be fyne too sha oh.

Lord, if anything, this blog illustrates my decline into further non-grownsomeness.

Oi!