two days of dream theater

Monday night or Tuesday morning, I dreamed that College Roommate K's dad had decided to move to Ireland. Was her mom also moving to Ireland, I remember asking, and K didn't know, but that wasn't going to have anything to do with K's dad's decision. He was going and didn't intend coming back; and K and her sisters weren't sure if they'd ever be able to afford to get over there to visit, which basically meant that her dad was making a decision that would result in never seeing his grandchildren again. This was very distressing to me. (It is entirely unlike him, as well; and K assures me that everyone is fine where she is, and her dad is not making plans to move away for keeps.) I'd say the obvious interpretation was something to do with my own dad, but the parallel doesn't work out because he wants to stay.

Last night or this morning, I dreamed I was getting married, and nothing was going right - we couldn't process properly or in order, venue issues were coming up, and on the day the singer was late. It was all very frustrating, but somehow I knew it was a dream and was more frustrated by the fact that I couldn't wake up from it (no matter which way I turned my head, my head hurt); and right before I finally did wake up, I remember thinking (in the dream, even!) that all those frustrating things were frustrating, but the important thing was that when the thing was over we'd be married. Look at me, eye on the healthy ball even in REM.

I'm less interested in interpreting these and more in just recording them in case the fact that I'm dreaming vividly in the small hours of the morning becomes relevant when I see the doctor about renewing my prescription. :-P