Most of my dreams are stressful and at work where I can never get finished. However last night I had the strangest dream ever. I was in a room that was like an office. I was in a high neck sleeveless short almost mini-length wedding dress, a pencil style, with a long mesh overlay that went to the ankles and long sleeve mesh on top. There was a woman sitting at the desk that appeared to be a secretary. There were decorations being put up in the room. I was handed some knick-knacks to put on a shelf and what appeared to be a sign to hang up. Looking out the window the gal at the desk with her legs up and heels on the desk says, "Here comes the wedding planner." This guy in a pink suit and white loafer shoes comes in and sits down in a plush chair. The secretary hands me a check and I glance at it and then hand it to the wedding planner. He starts crying. "Hey hey," I say, "I am the one getting married here and I just gave you a check for $30,000 so what the hell are you crying about." "It is all so beautiful," he says gayly choking tears, "You are getting married and I just made $30K. I can't wait to meet the groom." "Me too," I said, "I don't know how you talked me into this blind marriage." I woke up and sat up with a start and felt my face and upper body all menopausal hot. I layed back down for an hour unable to get back to sleep trying to rewrite this dream. Finally, my pounding headache made me drag my sorry patoot out of bed and take a couple of Tylenol. Laying back down I was struck with ways to make this an exciting story. I recorded them in my mental notebook. I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, I had forgotten what was recorded. The cool morning air felt good on my bare legs as I did my morning patio workout listening for any sound that might indicate I was no longer a single girl. Finally after breakfast and now coffee time, I pulled out two mugs, then it hit me that I had once again dodged a bullet. I put the extra mug back in the cupboard. "That was too close for comfort," I thought as the solo cup of old Joe was tipped on my lips.