Shooting People at a Mad Dream Wedding

She saw herself through a foggy camera lens. She was young and naked, sitting on a wooden pew, surrounded by people wearing formal attire.

“You think the marriage will last?” an old woman said to her.

“I doubt it, ma’am,” answered the phantom voice of a young-sounding guy.

“This is a robbery!” yelled a priest, who stood on a white altar, holding a white gun to a limp woman’s temple. “Move an inch and, by god, I’ll shoot the bride’s head off.”

She jumped to her feet and covered her mouth with her hands.


She sat down too fast, and landed on a rocking chair in a small kitchen, staring at the old woman who was now crawling into a woodstove.

“I hope the reception is better. The ceremony sucked. I hate weddings,” the old woman whispered. “Close the door, dear, it’s not getting hot in here.”


“Hold on to me, babe,” the blond guy said, flashing a grin full of silver teeth. “I have drinks and an edible cake topper.”

“I don’t think the priests can shoot, sir,” said a guy, stripping out of a camouflaged uniform and picking up a yellow toy gun.


“Is he letting you out?” the blond guy said to the old woman.

“Yes.” The old woman changed positions in the woodstove. “I need to go to the post office. He knows it’s important. Fairy tale ovens are heavy, but woodstoves are really bolted to the floor.”

“Here,” said the blond guy, handing the old lady three dollar bills.

She grabbed them through the woodstove’s glass.


“Can you believe that priest? To think I wanted him to marry me.” The blond guy tsked.

She looked away from him and closed her eyes. She opened them back at the church, leaning against an orange glass door.

“Drop the gun, Father! Everybody can see the bride is already dead, and I know you’re drunk. Don’t make me shoot you,” a police officer shouted from inside the confessional booth. He aimed a crossbow at the priest; the tip of his arrow was on fire.

The blond guy nudged her. “I wrote a coded message on the three dollar bills. Robin Hood should confess his good deeds and light up the party.”

“Look at me! Look at me!” someone yelled.

She turned towards the shrilly voice. It was the young-sounding guy doing cartwheels in nothing but dingy tighty-whities. He came to a halt in front of her, spread his arms and bowed. He wore a thick layer of bright teal eye shadow around his left eye. His yellow toy gun was affixed to his chest with duct tape.


She was naked in bed, shaking away remnants of hot sleep. Someone knocked on the door, saying something about trying on sexy wedding dresses and how Hansel and Gretel really sucked.

the wee notes…
– Linked to Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – In dreams we enter a world that’s entirely our own. “Dreams. We all have them. We strive for something which at first we deem impossible. But as they say, the key to realizing a dream is to focus on its significance, cause then even our smallest steps and victories will take on a greater meaning.” I read Sanaa’s words and the tale above—which is a dream I had in 2014—and I wonder, what does it mean? The “dingy tighty-whities” disturb me a bit… and disgust me a lot, lol! But seriously, my Wicked Luvs, dreams are such marvelous things. And writing them as they are (or as we remember them) is just as wondrous to me.
– After rereading this story, and remembering my colored and poetized Tim Burton’s Cheshire Cat, I’m starting to wonder if I have something for silvery grins. I wonder, wonder, wonder…

In Dreams, by okmarzo“In Dreams”, by okmarzo

25 thoughts on “Shooting People at a Mad Dream Wedding

  1. Ah, what wonders and night terrors slumber can gift us! The trick is to know which is which and if it really matters. I bet you woke up really tired after that one! This is truly grimy with apprehension and dread, which of course, means I think it is fantastic. It will probably stay with me for the rest of the day, especially the dingy drawers!

  2. Whistles!! Oh my freaking Lord this is absolutely hypnotic Magaly 😀 I guess dreams are a part of our sub-conscious and have a lot to do with what we’re thinking about as it is believed that a single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities 💜❤️ Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support 💜❤️

    Lots of love,

    • So glad you think so, Sanaa. I was very happy to be able to repost something from a few years ago. It’s like spending time with an old friend. 🙂

      Thanks a bunch for another awesome prompt.

  3. What a crazy, kaleidoscopic patterned dream! This could takes months of counseling to discover the meaning. (It probably just means that you like your men in boxers if they have to wear anything at all. teehee)

  4. Now that was different and my first thought was that you had been at the bottle! It is a delight to read and I can imagine such a dream by an apprehensive bride to be on the night before for wedding. However I had a good laugh.

  5. Quite an adventure of stories, your dream proves to be.with scene shifting and humour. Dreams like that can to be terrifying. But real funny in telling it to someone

    Thanks for dropping in to read mine

    Much love…

  6. I absolutely love this, I have been smiling all the way through, I often dream I am naked in a crowd so I related to that,,,and just the funny way dreams ramble all over the place and yet the same characters find their way back,,, It must have been a nice surprise to awaken from this one 🙂

  7. Dreams!! I have to start writing mine down! When I was away, I had some very kind of creepy ones, that I didn’t like. But, like you said, you have to focus on the significance of them!
    This was a great read, even with the dingy tighty-whities! LOL! 🙂

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