It has been quite some time since I have had a wedding nightmare. In fact, things have been going really well on the wedding front. I mean, we have a bunch of welcome bags done, I have had my first dress fitting, and we are meeting with the florist this weekend. Things are going really well. But last night, I had a wedding nightmare and I have NO idea where this one came from.
It was 6pm the night before the wedding and I was running around like a mad woman. I was putting together welcome bags and trying to remember all of the things I needed to take to the reception hall when I realized I was not where I was supposed to be and I hadn't showered. And I only realized it when my phone rang and it was my father calling me to be like umm we're all here, where are you? So then I was standing in my closet trying to figure out what to wear and crying because I have no clothes (this won't happen -- I have my dress for the rehearsal dinner already) and because I knew I didn't really have time to shower. I remember zipping up my dress and asking Brandon how we were going to get welcome bags to the people who had already checked into the hotel.
It was around that point in the dream where, thankfully, Hank kicked me and I woke up. I can't imagine how much worse my mind was going to make that situation. What does something like that mean? Am I not prepared for the rehearsal dinner? What else do I need to be doing? Am I not as on track as I thought I was?!? Ugh, and I thought the wedding nightmares were over with!