7:41am...what's wrong?

It's 7:41am on a Thursday morning. A bum such as myself should be asleep waaayyy past 10am. What am I doing up? I was rudely awakened by a nightmare or astronomical proportions. I dreamt I was married.

To who I was married to was even weirder. It was a cross between 2 people I knew in life - yes, hybrid person, and he already has a kid. On top of that, I was staying in the house directly opposite my parents. The icing on the cake was I didn't know I got married. It apparently happened during a 2 week blackout that I had. I was going throuh a 'phase'. Some sort of psychological trauma (I don't know what).

The proof was the ring that I had on my finger. It was made of ceramic, and had the words 'Bertie's Pots' written on it. First thoughts that came to mind was that the decision to get married was something done spur of the moment.

Scene changes to a familiar restaurant. I'm having drinks with some old friends. Somehow feel obligated to tell them what happened to me. They're aware that I went missing for 2 weeks (strange). Everyone's shocked, especially one of them, who goes into stunned silence and is completely expressionless. That scared me the most. Somehow I needed his approval.

End.

I wake up and it takes me at least a full 30seconds to figure out where I am. Dark and unfamiliar surroundings with some faint noises in the backgrond. I feel a strange childish fear of being lost. I'm in my aunt's living room in Melbourne. What am I doing here? Logic hits me. Oh.

I haven't had a nightmare in ages. Sitting here writing about it makes me thing, do I fear being married? Or being married to the wrong person? More of the former I believe, no?