Hey That’s A Nice Life

A couple of months ago I had an anxiety dream related to the wedding – this was back when we didn’t have a place to get married and nothing was falling into place. In my dream, I showed up at this big hotel ballroom with no windows and about four times more space than we needed. It was set for a much larger wedding and everything was very traditional and formal, not our style at all.

On top of that no one was there … I was at the venue all alone with only about 30 minutes to go before the wedding and I didn’t have anything I needed – no dress, no shoes, nothing. There was a random dress at the venue, though, that I could wear – a white satin strapless number with a full, poufy pick up skirt and train (completely opposite from the ivory, cap sleeve, chiffon a-line column that I actually purchased). Anyway, I woke up shortly after discovering the dress - completely anxious, but knowing it was because we hadn’t had any luck finding a venue.

Since we picked a venue, I’ve been sleeping peacefully.

Until last night, that is. I had another dream about the wedding. This time I had failed to buy any appropriate undergarments for my dress and I only had black underthings with me. I hadn’t made appointments for my hair and makeup and I didn’t even have soap for the shower (yeah, I don’t understand that either). Everyone was flying around trying to help me, but the hands on the clocks were moving as fast as they do in cartoons when the animator wants to show you how fast time is passing.

Finally, we got to the wedding, and I was a complete mess (but I didn’t really care). Someone’s cell phone was ringing, though. The wedding coordinator for the venue came running down the stairs and said that a guest needed to talk to me right away. The guest was someone named Tom (we do have several Toms invited to the wedding). He was calling to let me know that “they” (I don’t know who “they” are either) were not going to be able to attend our wedding seeing as how they had just gotten married themselves the night before. However, they hoped we really liked the flag they gave us as a wedding gift. Then I woke up.

And now I’m really anxious about my hair because it’s the only thing in the dream that made sense to me.