My best friend, her husband, and I are all sitting in the audience at a wedding. The couple are up on a stage – sort of like the stage in a high school auditorium, not like in a church. I’m not sure who the groom is, but the bride is my elderly 2nd grade teacher. Someone at one point asks from the audience if she’s 32, and she shakes her head no, which somehow surprises all of us. Anyways, when it comes to be her part to say her vows, she sits down on the stage, pulls out an old-school projector – the kind with clear plastic sheets and erasable markers – and begins drawing. At first they’re simple drawings; in particular, I remember one with a cat crashing into a planet or moon, except the cat was the same size as the celestial object. The slides get deeper, though, and soon I’m interacting with what’s going on inside of them. The story starts out with my second grade teacher talking about a young child whom no one loved. It takes place in a cave, and everyone is wearing animal skins. The child is always happy and cheerful, even though he is an orphan. Someone else within the tribe wants him dead, though, and after a catalyst of some sort, he escapes and begins running. I’m still watching from the audience at this point, but soon get more involved. I follow the bad guy who is chasing the child as well as two escaped prisoners who are a couple in love. We lose the child, and I realize that the bad guy is about to catch the couple. I motion for them to go inside a building, which they do, and make the scene look normal by picking up a baby which some lady asks me to hold and chatting at it. Eventually the couple comes back out, and then my grandma arrives and begins calling the baby in my arms after one of my younger cousins. She chatters on and on about how she was going to go to my 2nd grade teacher’s wedding, but needed to go to the bank, and wasn’t sure if it was her wedding or someone else’s anymore, and how the bank teller was my best friend’s little sister. The little sister had told my grandma once that she always cried at funerals – which seemed odd to everyone – and when she started crying at the bank, my grandma realized that the little sister was crying for my grandma.
[End Dream]
As my grandma has Alzheimer’s and really can’t remember important things anymore, that last part of the dream was especially sad.