An aisle strewn with white flower petals, and a tall man in a black tuxedo waiting at the end - I'm the center of attention. And then he gives me the ring, but instead of putting it on my finger he places it in my hand and says, "You aren't who I thought you were. I'm sorry." Then I run, and wake up out of breath.
This dream seems to like my memory pool at night, why is it back?
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