#2

Wedding nightmare #2 that is.  Ughh, I still have anxiety from it.  I knew they would get worse as the date closes in, but honestly...its still 8 months away!  I will do my best to recall this awful unfolding of events.  Here it goes...

It started off with me leisurely attacking my wedding to-do list about a month or so away from the big day.  The very next day in my dream was the wedding.  I just went with it, didn't panic, trusted my instincts that I would have checked everything off that list.  The first catastrophe was my dress.  It wasn't my dress, the one I ordered and have dreamt about since I was little.  No, it looked more like a dress I would have worn to Christmas formal in high school...none of which I am proud of today.  And the worst part, I had it in TWO colors.  Were either of those colors bridal?  No, black and red.  I wore the black while I was getting ready and the red down the aisle.  I had countless bridesmaids only one of whom I actually recognized...my sister, there were so many of them that apparently there weren't enough of the bridesmaids dresses to go around because some of them were wearing street clothes.  Their bouquets were nowhere to be found, they were only too eager to take their frustration out on me, but my clever bridesmaids improvised and grabbed handfuls of tall grass to tote down the aisle.

Then the madness really gets out of control. I apologize for my run-on sentences.  I had my
blond hair while I was getting ready and brown hair for the ceremony, let's just say I never looked good as a brunette.  My hairdresser cancelled, so I put some plastic pink bow clips in my hair.  I must have thought they would go well with the red dress.  My million bridesmaids made it down the aisle, then it was my turn, the music skipped, my dad was no where to be found, I was carrying blades of grass, my dress was still red, and I didn't recognize half of the guests, then it occurs to me, it was a Vegas style wedding, you know, the kind where you and your groom wait in line with 20 other couples, have a speed ceremony..."I now pronounce you husband and wife...NEXT!"  Our ceremony was over and so I thought the madness was too...just then my friend Sean lost it in the crowd, started crying like he lost his dog.  My mom started crying, not because her little girl was married, but because the wedding was horrible. 

I wanted to run away, so I did, down a very Alice-in-Wonderland-like hole in a tree.  Basically all of my worst wedding fears had come true.  When I thought nothing else could possibly go wrong, I realized the photographer never showed.  Oh well, all the better I guess.