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!?!?
