Wedding Nightmares #5

The first two included me being cool and calm. The other three have been less lovely. Last night I was trying to write my vows the day of. I thought I had enough time but then kept getting interrupted and could not for the life of me commit anything to paper. I also had a horribly hideous yellow dress that made me either look 30 lbs heavier or I actually was 30lbs heavier. In the dream I thought, "Oh no! Mom was right. A non traditional wedding dress was a mistake!" And then I woke up and realized what I'm wearing isn't that dress. I mean, it's not Vera but it's not nightmare yellow either.

Wedding Nightmares

My brain has apparently discovered the wedding as a wonderful resource for nighttime terror. My life is stressful for other reasons right now but not really anything to do with the wedding. But in the last week I've had 3 wedding related stress dreams. Two back to back last night and the night prior. And I'm kind of starting to get annoyed. Last night it was the Thursday before the wedding and I still hadn't picked out bridesmaids dresses. Also the church we were having the ceremony at probably wouldn't fit everyone (and there were places we were going to have to put chairs where no one would be able to see Z and me.) The fabric flowers we all made filled like 15 tables of what in the dream looked like 100 tables. (Does every couple get their own table, Brain?) And by the end, the guests were arriving (a day early I might add), I was debating if I could make more flowers in time and I still hadn't written my vows.

For the love of God.

Someone Turned into a Bird

Last night I dreamed that some woman, not my real Grandmother, but my dream maternal grandmother, was hand picking the bridesmaids out of all my female friends. I didn't actually know any of these girls but Dream Grandma was picking them day of. Oh nice. Also, apparently Dream Paternal Grandparents had hired a wedding counselor who was a large religious (suuuper Baptist) man from Washington, and he was there (again day of) to do some wedding counseling to Zach and I.

We started in this little room and then I had to go run off for a second (probably when I witnessed the Bridesmaids issue) and when I came back, all I found was the man's assistant. He told me that basically Zach and him had gone off into another room to SERIOUSLY fight. Oh great. Somewhere in all of this our friends Clare and Gavin are there and they hand me something alcoholic that Gavin has made and Clare gives good advice. And I'm not actually stressed at all, b/c at this point, what the hell can you do? Nothing. You can do nothing. So I go wander off curious to see what disaster strikes next and I'm cool as a cucumber.

Wait why are you here?

Last night I dreamt that me and some female friends were getting ready to go do something weddingy. Or maybe we were setting up some things in the yard just to see how they looked. But people started showing up. Like guest-people. I kept thinking, "It's not my wedding day! It's only been a couple of months since the engagement." But here they were, continuing to stream in.

Finally I realized there was no way around it. It. Was. Happening. I resolved to have kick ass decorations at our one year anniversary (b/c there was hardly anything at the current dream site), and I started getting ready to get hitched. This all happened around 3am, and I finally woke up enough to separate dream from reality. I totally breathed a sigh of relief and fell back asleep.

Moral of the story: If you set up chairs (even in a dream) people will come to sit in them.