So heres what happens:
I am walking a beautiful woman down an aisle in a church. I look to be around 40 or 45 (somehow I know its me), and I see a whole crowd of people in the rows. There are two men up on the platform, one in a tuxedo, the other in priest gowns.
If you haven't guessed already, its a wedding. This woman's wedding. My daughter's wedding. Call me crazy, but I just know its my daughter, why else would I be walking her down the aisle? She has a simply gorgeous face: big blue eyes, slightly pale complexion, small nose, tight lips. Long blonde-brown hair, shes not anorexic, nor is she obese. Shes perfect.
Another thing I noticed, she had a lilly in her hair. That is(besides a daisy) my absolute most favorite flower ever.
I have no idea what to make of it, but I hope and pray I get to meet her someday. I wish I knew her name... Ive already decided on names for girls if I have any. Anabelle, or Isabella.
She even looks like me! The same gold ring around her eyes, the same hair color, and type. I wonder who her mother is...
I've been having it for about two weeks now... Anything is better than nightmares, which I have gotten alot lately. I actually hope that I have the dream, just so I can see her again. The long flowing hair, the big bright smile... I'm getting teary just talking about it!
...Excuse me if I sound like a lunatic nut-job. I just hope that maybe, someday, I'll get to meet her.
~Tim
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