I went to a wedding for Prince William with my family. He was marrying an 18 year old girl. Somebody said, "The marriage would probably work out if they weren't forced to marry so young."
I came to the site of the marriage wearing jeans and a blue shirt. I saw other people coming wearing read jump suits (I guess the royal color was red). I started to worry and thought, "I should have worn a red shirt." I worried about wearing a blue shirt instead of a red shirt until I saw a few other people also wearing blue shirts.
My cousin and I found Prince William's brother in the crowd (Prince Harry?) and began to talk to him. Then he went away with my cousin and I was jealous because he had found her more appealing to be with than me. She is more outgoing than I am.
I then saw my Spanish teacher in the crowd. He was talking to my grandpa. He said something about trying to finish scraping his house when something happened. Both my Spanish teacher and my grandpa were wearing shirts and jeans and they had mud all over their backsides.
I went to the front of the crowd to where Prince William and his fiancé would be standing before the priest. My mother was with me. There was a small cushion raised up on metal legs near by. The cushion almost looked like a mattress. It was only big enough for 1 1/2 people to sit on it.
My mom complained at having to stand because they hadn't provided chairs for us. I told her to just sit with me on the cushion. I sat half way on and half way off of the cushion. So my mom sat down, but as she did so she groaned as if she was in a lot of pain around her middle (in the stomach ribs and back.)
She then saw a couch where she would have more room to sit. So she got up again. There was also another couch nearby. My ex-step-father was sitting on the couch with another man. There was a space there also where my mom could sit. (In the dream she was still married to my step-father). He moved a pillow over and expected her to sit next to him, but he was disappointed when she sat somewhere else. When she sat down again she groaned in pain.
Someone provided a wooden canopy like structure for Prince William to get married under and so he did. In the ceremony he signed a certain book and then gave it to his new wife to sign.
My chair then became a cushioned lounge chair where you could lay down. I was laying on it and I had some sort of tarp that I was unrolling on my lap to take out what was in it.
For some reason Prince William was going through the ceremony again. An old man came near me with his hand outstretched. I was trying to figure out what he wanted because he looked worried. I said, "What?" But he didn't say anything and went away. I continued unrolling the tarp on my lap and I unfolded a wooden structure and set it before the priest.
It was a circular deck with 3 wooden chairs attached to it. The first chair was large and it was for Prince William to sit in while being married. The second chair was to the side and slightly behind Prince William's chair. It was also a lot smaller. This was for his new wife. The other chair was beside Prince William's wife's chair. It was the same size as his wife's chair. They went through the ceremony again.
I was looking at the wedding invitation and I thought, "We probably weren't invited to the reception. That's probably only for family.
But after the ceremony I walked with a large crowd of people to where the reception was being held. I worried that I wasn't supposed to be there and looked around for my family. I saw Prince William's brother and went to talk to him.
He said, "I don't want to meet new people right now." I said, "But you were talking to my cousin during the wedding." He said, "No I wasn't" I said, "Yes you were. You were talking to her and you even sat down with her." He seemed not to remember doing that.
Then Prince William came and leaned on my shoulder laughing. He seemed happy. I said, "Yes, You probably need somebody to lean on." He nodded, laughed and moved on with his wife.
I then met Prince William’s cousin who was a boy of about 9 or 10 years of age.
He said his name was Trument (pronounced Trumant). I playfully wrestled with him for a while, still worried about whether I should be there. Then I saw my cousin (not the one who had talked to Prince William's brother, but a different one). I was relieved. I then tried to introduce her to Prince William's cousin, but I couldn't remember his name or his relation to Prince William. I said, "This is um . . . I'm sorry I could you tell me your name again?" He said his name was Trument. I said, "He's Prince William's cousin brother." Trument seemed disappointed.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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