I have quite the dream to write about. And it'll be a perfect segue into my next important topic: how my mom feels about David and I getting married.

Just like they say in Inception, this dream starts in the middle...

I wake up in Emerson's bed. (yes, my on-again-off-again ex-boyfriend of 6.5 years) We kiss softly for several long seconds. No tongue, just lips gently pressed. Then he puts his lips on the curve between where my neck and shoulder meet and he blows. Like how you would blow on a child's belly to tickle them, I don't know if there's a verb for that. And it feels good. Dangerously good. Next thing I know he's whipped out his penis and is looking for a condom. As he struggles to tear open the Trojan ultra-ribbed condom in the gold package, I say, "I don't know if I want to do this." He tries to change my mind with words and caresses, and I thought about giving in. I thought, "this will make him happy. I owe him this. David doesn't have to know." Then Emerson starts to put on the condom and I snap out of it. I think, "I'm not that person anymore. I don't have to do this. I have to live with myself." So I tell Emerson "no." He gets angry and storms out of the bedroom. I get dressed (couldn't tell you when I got undressed) and it's a struggle to get my pants on. I'm not coordinated in my dreams. As I'm struggling to clothe myself, I hear my mom's voice on the other side of the door. She's giving food to Emerson's mom and telling her how to prepare it. I think, "shit! If she sees me here with my pants off, then she's really not going to like David and me getting married."

And scene.

I was anticipating telling my mom about David and me getting married for weeks. I knew I would see her in December, and decided that's when I would tell her. I was very nervous. She's always been critical of David. Literally almost every time she mentions David, it's about him going to school. Rather, it's about me pushing him to go to school. I had very good reason to be nervous. The worst-case scenario I imagined was her response being, "Not until he goes to school." The worst-case scenario didn't happen. And if I look at it that way, it makes the actual scenario a little easier to bare.

I told her, "I've been thinking..."

"Tell mommy what you've been thinking."

"I've been thinking that I want to marry David this year."

And I gave her the reason that I thought she would understand or agree with the most: he needs health insurance. We can't afford to pay for his work's health insurance.

Her immediate response was: pre-nup. She explained herself: you never know what will happen in the future. It'd be great if you love each other forever, but you really don't know that.

I know where she's coming from. She's the female breadwinner who was married to a cheating, voluntarily unemployed bum. She only owns half the house that she pays for in full. I know, mom, I know you're trying to protect me from repeating your mistakes.

But she doesn't know where I'm coming from. And it's not her fault. She's only met David a handful of times and hasn't spent any significant amount of time with us together. She doesn't know us. She doesn't know that we're the best couple in the world and that literally everyone we know isn't surprised by our wedding announcement. Even my uncle Bak Fu knows us better than my mom does.

So the plan of attack now is for David and me to visit Vegas. Show her what we're all about. 2 days isn't very long, but it'll have to do. Because after the visit or at the end of it, I'm going to tell her we are not getting a pre-nup.