9:41 Saturday Morning   Dream I was sitting next to him in the car. he said "you want to marry me?" I said, "of course." He said, "Good. The next thing I remember is sitting in that car again, and him saying how excited he was that we were getting married in just a week, and then i realised what he was saying. "I don't think we should get married now," I said. My head was leaning on his chest. My left hand fingers were entwined with his right hand fingers. His left hand was on the steering wheel and he was upset. I looked up at him and he drove to his house and dropped me off and drove away. I went into his house and his sister was there, and i was washing my hands and Sharon says "the water's going to run out soon." the entire island's water was running out. Then he came home. and then I woke up. and it was a pleasant dream, if only because he was in it. so i tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't. We talked of such silly things as marriage last night. "how will we do the dishes?" he said. "we both will do them. Even if someone rinses and another person puts them in the dishwasher." "They'd never get done." "Yes they would." "What about rag snapping?" "We can say that no rag snapping until after the dishes are done, and that would mean the dishes would get done extra fast." And i keep seeing this image. Me looking like a shorter version of my mum, him looking like an older..well, him. more like his dad. maybe. and we're washing the dishes and then we're like "finally! they're done!" and our kids are sitting at the table, the older one is doing calculus and the younger one is watching tv.if we have tv. and they both turn their heads when they hear a snapping sound of the rags, and then the older one goes "gooooddddddd. you never stop!" and we're two old farts with two kids and we're snapping each other with rags. dancing around and being all "OW! i'll get you for that" then maybe for makeouts on the counter. and the older child going "oh sick, get a room." I don't want to look like my mum though.