Last night I dreamt that I was marrying a guy I know (who ironically got married to one of my friends just a month ago) and the wedding went just fine. But slowly it all started unraveling that I didn't have ...
- A photographer. There were NO pictures taken of me getting MARRIED!
- A cake.
- Invitations to my extended family. I was lucky my parents were there!
- Food for the reception. I was all giddy after the ceremony before realizing that I had to do some makeshift "heavy hors d'oeuvres" prep. So I went to a gas station and bought frozen rolls and sent my brother to The Pit to buy some roast beef (wha??!?)
- A desire to get married. I remember thinking after the ceremony, "I'm not sure I love this guy. I don't think I want to be married to him." But I had to push that thought away because there were hundreds of people whose meal was hours late.
I woke up and my heart was pounding. I didn't sleep well the rest of the night for fear that I would actually do that when the time comes!
