Last night after a family friend's wedding, my mother told me of a ridiculously silly old wedding superstition that she learned in her youth.
When the wedding cake is cut and passed out in a wrapper or napkin for guests to take home, you're supposed to put your piece of wrapped cake under your pillow. Then, whoever you dream of in the middle of the night is allegedly the man who you're supposed to marry.
I did this, mostly as an experiment in absurdity.
I remembered my dream this morning. I had a foggy/unclear dream mainly involving one of my best guy friends. He's gay.
This is just like Prom.
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