Another Wedding

I am at a wedding. I think it’s someone Spanish. The are lots of men from the same family all wearing similar black suits. They are all speaking in a foreign language. A girl shows up, all she is wearing is a bikini with a white jumper or cardigan and stilettos. She used to know one of the men. He tells her to leave. For some reason I think she knows my twin.

There is a dome. I am inside this barrier. My dad is there. It looks a bit like a zoo pen. The autistic boy I used to look after is there. The space is filled with furniture and stuff, like a room. He comes up to me for a hug. I play with him for a bit then leave.

I have got this incredible gun, it is enormous and electronic. I carry it with me to the wedding. I am carrying it while I walk back too. I am with a friend, but I don’t know who it is, possibly my younger sister. We have left a bit early. On the way out I saw an Asian woman in bed, her daughter was in bed with her too. I’m not sure what’s wrong with her. Male members of her family are sitting on the bed. I give her something as I leave, not sure what. Her daughter smiles and acknowledges it. We don’t say anything though.

Outside it is starting to rain. Then I turns to sleet, it is grey and slushy. It looks like the bicarbonate of soda I dropped on the floor yesterday then spilt water over. It is spitting down on us. The streets look empty, there aren’t many people about. The pavements and the buildings are all made out of a beautiful stone. The buildings are large and architecturally beautiful. I think we must be in a city.

I don’t know when this part happens but there are two people, a woman and a boy having a competition. They have insects crawling all over them. The boy is determined to win. The woman looks like she is about to give up though. There are two presenters standing near by. It reminds me of I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here.

I am back in the city. Me and a friend are being followed by David Beckham. He wants to catch up with us but is too shy. I realise he wants to be friends with us. There is a group of people near by, they are watching to see what we do. We stop at the bottom of some steps, we can hear him talking to himself, saying he wished we’d talk to him. He reaches the top of the steps and I reach out my hand, he is a bit hesitant, then he comes down the steps.