Another Wedding

It looks like this is starting a new trend in dreams:

I have moved to a new apartment in a church complex, which also includes a school.  Somehow, my job is tied into this too.  I feel very much at home here, because although it’s unmistakably Catholic, there’s a feeling of freedom to do pretty much whatever anyone wants as far as worship is concerned.  My connection is with the school in some way, and I begin to make friends with the many young people there.  Among them are a pair of Oriental brothers – they’re older, and we seem to have a special immediate connection (cross-reference dream of Feb. 15^th).

As I walk through the corridors of the school, I notice a glass display case containing many medieval artifacts that were obviously made by the children.  There are helmets and other pieces of armour – all made with duct tape (yes, I giggle) – banners, weapons, and even attempts at garb.  The prevalent colours seem to be blue and orange, and I wonder if these are the school colours and make a mental note to find out.

I suddenly get an idea to organize an event and ask some ever-present kids around me if they would like that, to which they agreed enthusiastically, and we go off to find the principal – a very pleasant, if somewhat absent-minded type young man whom I remember meeting before.  He totally agrees it would be a great idea and then takes me back to the same display case saying, “Have you seen what our students made?”  We all laugh as I tell him that it is this very display that gave me the idea to do this.

It’s later in the day, and I am enjoying walking through the gardens of this large property.  It is a warm day that is rapidly becoming darker as evening sets in.  I am by an ornamental wooden fence speaking with some staff and the Brothers, when I notice some activity behind me.  Someone is busy setting up what looks like an altar – a wedding altar at that!!  We all just watch the preparations, and one of the staff, a woman who I recall is the vice-principal, tells me that weddings often take place here.  “They’re just having a rehearsal now”, she says, “We have not even got an officiant yet – this is just a stand-in.”

I say nothing until the rehearsal reaches a certain point, and then say in unison, not even looking at the couple, but facing my friends, “By the power vested in me by the Province of Ontario and All-Seasons Church of Canada, I now pronounce you…”, thus revealing myself to be a licensed officiant.  There is a flurry of excitement as everyone realizes that I can do this and be on call for them.  The Brothers tell me that it’s time for me to get ready, because the actual wedding will be soon.  They walk me to my apartment and even suggest what I should wear – my gold lace robes. 

I can still see the gardens where this will be taking place and all the hurried happy preparations that are taking happening.  Then I go inside, and get ready myself…

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A word about The Brothers – these two have been around me for many, many years, although appearing as Oriental is rather a new thing.