Stress dreams are the funniest of all

For the most part, I'm really not too concerned about my wedding. I think it'll go just fine, anything that goes "wrong" really won't be a big deal because honestly, what's the big deal in the first place? I'm just hoping to have fun. That would kind of suck if it wasn't a fun day.

But as I've had a few times since Alex and I got engaged, last night I had a wedding stress dream.

First off, Alex wasn't my groom. That's a problem. 

Second, my groom wasn't up front, and I was sitting in the front row watching my bridesmaids (in ugly light purple dresses circa the 90's) walked down the aisle. I then realized I had to leave so I could follow them.  

Third, my dress was shin-length for no apparent reason, and I had on some random shoes. I asked someone if I had time to run upstairs and change shoes, but she said no. I debated and then went upstairs anyway. For some reason, I elected to take a shower, washing my hair after it had already been done. But at least I put on some different shoes. Black flats, to be more exact. Those ALSO weren't the plan. But I went downstairs anyway. 

I realized my mom had cut the flower budget completely, so I made two white paper napkin buds and held them as if they were a pitiful bouquet. At this point they had postponed the wedding an hour, so I went and sat down with some strangers who made fun of my flowers and told me to carry a candle instead. Then suddenly the wedding was happening but I was still in some side room holding my candle. I ran to the door where I found my groom wearing a suit that was designed with tessellations. 

    

Yup, tessellations. And even though he was supposed to be up front and his suit was horribly ugly and he wasn't Alex, I was just so totally relieved to see him.

The doors then opened for me to walk down the aisle and the dream was over.

Ok, what in the world!?!?