Wedding Nightmares

I’ve already started having nightmares about the wedding, and the wedding is still 9 months away. It couldn’t possibly have been instigated by the fact that my parents called 18 hours after we got engaged to ask if we had made any plans yet. No, that surely couldn’t instigate paranoia.

The nightmares are pretty benign, nothing too terrible, but sometimes they are bad enough to wake me up. Dreams are weird that way, the more you think about them, the more likely you are to remember them, even if you don’t want to remember them. My fiancé has gone through several stages with reference to these dreams: first he was a little worried, just a little, that I was already having nightmares about the wedding, then he went through the stage of annoyance, and finally to my favorite stage, where I say, “I had another nightmare about the wedding last night,” and he says, “Of course you did.”

Last night, I dreamt that we kept having problems with the “practice weddings.” I’m not sure what a “practice wedding” is, but it is not a rehearsal, and the deacon was not the person requiring it. If I remember correctly, the first practice went alright, except that everyone was sitting in one big, long pew at the back of the church. Then, during the second practice wedding, it was raining. I was getting dressed, and I had 4 dresses to choose from, which was a nice thought (thanks subconscious) then the storm caused the power to go out. Everyone was apparently ok with continuing the practice with the lights out, but I could not get the dress that I wanted to wear to fit; it was huge. Luckily, it was only the practice wedding, so we had time to get the dress altered before the wedding.

I have a feeling that this week’s nightmares have been instigated by the stress of going to Houston on Saturday. I was originally supposed to go out and look at centerpieces with my sister, also a bridesmaid, but now she’s off to the casino with her husband, and I’m going with my mom. Alone. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom, and my parents are being very generous with the wedding, but I am not looking forward to this weekend. Clashes in tastes will abound, along with exclamations such as, “Oh, I didn’t think you would like that, that’s so odd.” Let’s all hope that I can bite my tongue for as long as needed.