Novel & Cerita What Does It Mean To Get Married In A Dream

This whole wedding thing was not a solution in my eyes, and I wanted to know why it was the only path they'd chosen. "Mum, I'm too young to get married! How could you agree to something like that?!" I couldn't hide my frustration as I confronted her in her room. "Don't speak to me in that tone!" she retorted firmly, clearly agitated. "But it's not fair! All I want is my daughter. Why couldn't you have just made it simple for them?" My voice trembled as tears welled up in my eyes. The idea of marrying Drex felt like a punishment, one that I couldn't fathom. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of helplessness.

It’s just that I didn’t expect it to happen on the wedding night. Because this wasn’t one of those fairy-tale marriages where you fall in love with the man of your dreams and get married to him. Ours was built on conditions, terms, and an agreement. A trade, really. He’d get what he wanted, and I’d get what I wanted. But now I didn’t know what any of it meant. Did it mean something to him? Did it mean anything at all? I couldn’t tell. And maybe that was what scared me the most.

Two weeks in, I figured out how to enter his dreams. One night, James cried himself to sleep again. He dreamed a long, long dream. In it, we actually got married. He was in a tailored suit, and I was in white. We exchanged rings. But when the officiant said, “Wren, do you take James Thorne to be your husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer...” I clamped my mouth shut and wouldn’t answer. He grabbed my shoulders. “Wren, answer. Don’t you want to?”

I could not help the smile on my face as I watched him and unconsciously slipped into a daydream that involved a totally different situation that the one we were currently in. In this dream we were perfect for each other. We got married as teens, and even if people did not think we would survive as a new couple, we did. We were so in love. He married me as a trophy wife, which was kind of a tradition in his family but he never treated me as such, he never called me that,

I wanted to kiss him but I couldn't allow myself because I knew it would go places I didn't want it to go. "If you're going to give me everything married people have, why bother?" I gasped. "That's exactly my point. You guys just do whatever you want, and it defeats the purpose. But marriage isn't about a bump up on the stage. It's union, a oneness. It's a promise to do everything together." His eyes met mine. "So you want to get married?" I was caught off guard. I caught my breath quickly. "It's not that simple but yes."

Something small. “But this is marriage,” I said slowly, trying to make him understand. “It’s not something you just exchange like this.” “That depends on how you see it,” he replied without hesitation. I looked down at my hands resting in my lap. This felt wrong. Everything about it felt wrong. Marriage was supposed to mean something. It was supposed to be love, trust, and choice. Not a deal. Not something traded for money. I was still trying to find the right words when my phone suddenly rang.

“I want to know how it will look now. You will not marry her anymore” “There is a Marriage Contract in the middle of this story”. "And what does that mean"? “It means I have to wait.” “Expect what else, if she and her brother are together”? "Waiting for my dad and hers to come to an agreement." “But tell me honestly. You fell in love with her”? Ferhat smiles and shakes his head no. "No of course not". Nida smiles happily once more, hoping that Ferhat will stay with her. “Then do I have a chance”?

Our eyes met for a fleeting moment, a silent exchange that spoke of our shared memories, the trials we had weathered, and the deep, unspoken fears we had conquered to reach this moment. The priest continued, his words weaving a beautiful, heartfelt tapestry. "Marriage is not just a union of two people, but a joining of lives, of families, and of dreams. It is a promise to cherish and protect, to nurture and grow, to stand as one even in the face of life's greatest challenges."

I'm getting married. When I was young, I dreamed of marrying the man I love and who loves me.... I dreamed it all. From the clothes I will wear, to the church, to the reception, to the godmothers and godfathers. I always dreamed about my wedding. I want a marriage just like my parents had, with a smile drawn on their lips while reciting their promises and vows to each other. But here I am now, getting married to someone I don't love and who doesn't love me either.

A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real. "I know her now. She was my bride in my dream." Daniel then got up from his bed and he was excited when he finally remembered that woman. He got his journal from his drawer and then tried to discover his note about his wedding dream. He tried to remember what month he wrote it. "I had that dream in the summer, so it should be around June and August," said Daniel while opening his journal. He began to find out the journal's divider in June and read one by one of his notes, but he didn't find any dream about marriage.