If only in my dreams…

Have you ever had such a vivid dream that it blurs the line between the fantasy created by your mind and the reality of the waking world? I recall one I had when I was just in elementary. In the dream I owned a first generation transformer whose character name was Megatron that looked like a gun. To this day I honestly cannot remember if I actually owned one and lost it somehow, or if I only dreamt that I owned it. With that as a back drop…

I had an odd dream not too long ago. The content was not as odd as the fact that I remembered it. As with most dreams I came into the middle of a ‘scene’ where a certain person and I had decided to get married. At this point in the timeline she had just come into town and I was trying to get her and her family settled into a hotel. Once that was done I had to leave and finish making arrangements for the place where the ceremony would be conducted. It appeared to be either a hospital or hotel chapel. After that the next thing I recall is that I was fretting about making sure I had a tie to wear with the suit since it was only proper for such an occasion. It was apparently short notice since I was just using the black suit I already had and my mom kept telling me it was OK if I didn’t have one.
I don’t recall if the wedding transpired in the dream since the next thing I remember the wedding was over. I found myself explaining to my new wife that I had to go do something with some friends, which she said she understood. I recall feeling really bad because it was something of little consequence like going to the movies (as if it was an after the fact bachelor party). Then during the activity, a movie I presume, I was fretting to my friends that I should be with her and not them, but they kept saying it was OK because she said it was.
From there it skipped to the next morning and I was trying to get from where I was staying, apparently separately from her,  to where she was staying. The entire time I was trying to get to where she was I was on the phone apologizing because I felt bad and frustrated that it was almost noon and I hadn’t even seen her that day. She in turn kept saying it was OK because she had given me permission to go out the night before.
From there it gets a little fuzzy. I think I finally met up with her and proceeded with another round of apologies, but I’m not really sure. For some reason I half way woke up. In that state between consciousness and sleep I felt confused because I was with her in this extremely vivid dream, but in waking reality I was alone. Falling back asleep I would (in another dream state) look for her almost in a panic. Having found her I would apologize again for being away from her again after just getting married, before waking up again. That probably happened two or three times before waking up altogether.
The sad part is dealing with the leftover emotions. Even though I know it was just a dream the emotions accompanying it were very vivid and they mixed with real, yet unexpressed feelings I have had for her in the past. The mingling of emotions makes it hard to distinguish between the two. Even more so was becoming fully awake and feeling the level of companionship experienced in the dream slowly slip away to the point of almost grieving over its loss.
I know it probably sounds pathetic, but oh well, I guess life goes on and all there is to do is keep plowing through until the emotions fade away (as the usually do) and everything goes back to ‘normal’.