I dreamed I was a slender, Indian American teenager, with dark skin and eyes, going to a school dance dressed in a gorgeous dark green and black silk brockade dress over a black lace under dress with star-like points of gold, a sort of medieval style outfit. My wrap was black netting with gold as well.
I loaned my cousin a hooded black velvet cloak because her dress was sleeveless, and mine had long bell sleeves and I was warm enough. This elegance contrasts quite a bit with my dream the night before, where my mother packed my clothes for a three day wedding, but only packed me dresses for the first and second day.
She suggested I borrow a beautiful retro red, dark green, cream, and black patterned dress that actually belonged to Emma Watson, until I explained that there was no way it would fit me. My cousins Sam and Stevie were in suits, and I ended up having to wear slacks that were a strange color, somewhere between magenta and purple (puce maybe?) and a hot pink tank, with a sort of spaghetti strap camisole of black netting over it, that was woven through with the thick yarn hair ties I used to have as a kid, in red, green, orange, and pale pink.
It was a super-awkward outfit. Then I woke up.
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