I told my husband this morning that he may need to be worried that I'm going to run away with Matt Damon. Twice in one week I've dreamt about him. This was a short dream I had in between two hits on the snooze button. Anyway, this is what I dreamed.

For some reason it’s my wedding day – but not my real wedding day. I mean, I don’t look the same as I did on that day, and my real-life husband is nowhere to be seen. But I’m on a bus, in a wedding dress, riding with 5-6 of my friends to the local Kmart or WalMart or any one of those kinds of large stores that sells everything under one roof.

I enter the store, and as my friends and I walk by, I see The Retail Salesman looking at me. Not because it’s strange to see a woman in a wedding dress in the store, but out of recognition. He knows me. And I know him too, but I keep on walking, my heart speeding up just a bit as I brush past him.

My friends and I sit down at a table in the café at the front of the store, trying to figure out what we’re going to do in the store. I tell them that I need to get barrettes for my hair to keep it out of my face during the wedding ceremony. They all agree with me and I stand up and for some reason now I’m on roller-skates, in my wedding dress, in a store, with The Retail Salesman morosely staring at me from his perch near one of the cash registers.

Music begins pumping through the stereo system; languid music that lulls my fellow shoppers into a stupor as I effortlessly skate around them throughout the store. I skate on, looking for some sparkly barrettes for my hair, and I come upon the gardening area of the store.

They’ve set up a nice indoor garden complete with huge containers of colorful flowers, a gazebo and several cast-iron benches. The music still wafts through the store as I bend to smell some roses growing by the gazebo. I hear someone approach, and see that The Retail Salesman has approached me, clutching a modest bouquet of wildflowers held together by a delicate gold ribbon.

I straighten slowly, now precarious in my skates which seemed to perfect a moment ago. He smiles awkwardly at me and holds out the flowers, which I take from him. They smell delightful to me.

Suddenly he’s gone – I’m alone in the garden. And the music speeds up, becoming feverish. The flowers feel like fire in my hand and I throw them to the ground and skate away in a panic. I need to get away – away from him and away from the store. He’s dredging up feelings that we lost a long time ago – I don’t need this today. Not on my wedding day.

I skate out of the garden area and begin fast and furious laps around the store, spinning around customers who stand still as statues. The music grinds into my head as I try to outskate the beats pounding at me. All the while, out of the corner of my eye, I see The Retail Salesman watching me, waiting for me to fall.

As I skate by the registers at the front of the store I spot the bus outside – I can leave! Finally I can leave the store! I skate towards the door to escape.

And my alarm goes off again. I have to get to work while my lucky husband gets to stay home all day and play with our dog Cooper.