Wedding Dream #3: My Dress

Go on and read the first and second wedding dreams for more craziness!

This dream revolved around my dress. The only explanation I can think of for this dream is the fact that I sat and watched Say Yes To The Dress for 3 straight hours on Friday (Bride-day!).

So we open at the rehearsal dinner, which is in an obnoxiously large convention center or grand ballroom at a hotel. There are hundreds of people here, and I’m sitting at one of the tables with a bunch of random people. Tom is nowhere in sight, but Jennifer Garner, who introduces herself as Jen, is sitting across from me.

Hmm, she looks really familiar…

We chat for a bit and a man at my table casually mentions how great this party is.

“Cool, I’m the bride!” I say. Had they not realized this or was he telling me what a great party we were having?

A minute later, this all seems unimportant when I realize that I’m wearing my wedding dress. At the rehearsal dinner. Shoot, Tom might have seen me! Now it won’t be a surprise when I walk down the aisle tomorrow! What was I thinking?!

Luckily, I find a full-sized pillow which I hug to try and cover myself. In my dream, this doesn’t seem weird at all. But thinking about it now, where on earth did this pillow come from? Plus, the table had a tablecloth on it which would have worked just as well.

I gotta make a break for it. I can try to get home quickly, change into a different dress, and hope this one is in perfect shape for tomorrow.

I grab a couple of people I recognize from high school and tell them my plan. The three of them will surround me until I can get out the door and make a run for it.

All is going as planned until I try to get out one set of doors and, of course, that’s where Tom is. He’s chatting someone up, and I don’t think he notices me as I dash the opposite way, to the other set of doors. I bust out of them and just start running.

Now, I must say, I’m impressed with my endurance throughout the next (what would seem to be) half hour. Upon exiting the ballroom, I’m running through a mall concourse. Darting around people, holding my dress up to ensure no falling or tripping or stepping on it occurred.

It has to be pristine when I get it back home.

Then, before you know it, I’m running through a woodsy area, barefoot, and I start noticing that the dress is beginning to look kind of dirty.

Oh, wait, that’s the black felt (yes, I said felt) design that outlines the bust and train. Except I don’t remember my dress having that…

And then the doubt of whether I picked the right dress starts. I’m certain now that Tom will hate the dress. But I guess I liked it enough to get it, so I’ll just have to embrace it.

Plus, I realize how hungry I am. I knew people said you barely have time to eat on your wedding day, but this was only my rehearsal dinner.

I must not have eaten a lot, and now with all this running…I can’t imagine what tomorrow is going to bring!

By the time I reach what I know as home (it was more like a few Geneseo campus housing buildings put in a row…reminiscent, maybe?), my dress was completely filthy.

I ran that entire way and only had trouble running once. In most dreams, I can’t run; it’s like a force is pushing against me. I remember thinking about that in this dream, but since I didn’t realize I was in a dream, I assumed I was just running uphill or something.

My first stop is to the dry cleaner. I run in, ask if they could have my dress done by the next day, and the guy says, “Yeah, for about a million bucks.”

“What?!” is all I can muster.

“I think what he’s trying to say is since you want it done with such short notice and in such a short amount time, it will be pricey,” a woman waiting in line says.

Thanks for the wisdom, ma’am. Crap, what am I going to do?

And then I woke up. Phew, this has got to stop. Except there are 5 months more to go! Oh man.

Wedding Dream #2

And yet another addition to the crazy, panic-inducing wedding nightmares. This one was short, but still made me wake up with a racing heart. Silly, I know, but let’s get on with it.

At first it seemed like the current time. It was only March; we had about 5 months to go. No invitations had been sent yet, so I didn’t know who was going to make it. Therefore, no seating arrangements had been made, the ceremony was still a ways away.

But then, standing in the large room filled with decorated tables, men in suits, women in dresses, I had the feeling that this was definitely our wedding.

All these people must have received an invitation, otherwise why would they be here? So that means it’s August. Where have the last few months gone?

Panic set in.

People were still filing into the ballroom, although I didn’t recall booking a ballroom for any of our events. I realized that I didn’t know or mean to invite most of the people searching for a seat at the large banquet tables. And althoug I didn’t remember having a ceremony prior to this, it seemed as though we were now at the dinner reception.

Had I slipped into a coma for 5 months and just now woke up? Had I mentally missed out on the ceremony, only to make it for the reception? Well, I must’ve said ‘I do’, so at least that worked out.

Some girl started taking over the seating arrangements, telling everyone where to sit at the large tables. Tom and I were told to sit at the corner of the table, among all these (unknown) guests. Not ideal, but at least we were supposed to sit next to each other.

Speaking of Tom, I realized I had no idea where he was. Great, is he standing me up? Is he playing golf, like in my last dream? Will he be strolling in wearing jeans and a t-shirt? None of the above.

Unlike my last dream, Tom walked in all dressed in his tux, ready to go. He had to pick up his parents to bring them to the dinner, so that’s why he had just arrived. Me, on the other hand? I wasn’t dressed for the occasion at all.

Tom walked over to me, wrinkling his eyebrows. “Have you even showered yet?” he asked.

No. No I hadn’t. I was still wearing plainclothes. A men’s flannel plaid button-up and jeans, to be exact. Had I been out farming before this? And I had second-day hair, so it’s not like I could just style it and go.

“Yeah, you should go do that. We don’t have much time until the ceremony starts.”

And that’s where it ended. Thank goodness. Anyone else have crazy wedding or other big event dreams/nightmares?

My Dream Wedding (Literally)

So I had a very vivid and clear dream last night. It was about my wedding. And it was not something I would hope will happen on the real day…

I got in the car and the policewoman said, “I’m going back to the station, do you want a ride?”

I don’t know whose cat I was holding in my lap, but it was trying its hardest to get out of my grasp. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard of the cop car.

1:35. My wedding was at 2. “I better not, seeing as I am supposed to get married in 25 minutes.” I was surprisingly calm despite the fact that I had less than half an hour before my wedding was scheduled to start.

I exited the car, let the cat go, and was on my way. Luckily I was already at my venue, so there wasn’t any travel time to worry about. No one ever gets married on time, so it won’t be terrible if we start a bit late.

When I got to the bridal suite, which was more like a wooden canopy that would double as the altar, two of my bridesmaids were waiting for me. They were going to style my hair, except I remembered I hadn’t had a chance to shower yet and I’m pretty sure I had worked out earlier, so my hair was in need of more than just a curling iron and hairspray.

“I was hoping to at least use some dry shampoo,” I said. But there was none available, so I just had to deal with what they were able to do.

The next thing I knew, there was a golf caddy letting us know that it was tee-time. Tom and his groomsmen had planned a golf outing before the wedding. Shouldn’t they have done that much earlier? Maybe it was busy and it had to be pushed back? Hmm, I hope they play quickly and are back in time for the ceremony.

The masseuse/makeup artist then came by to my “suite”; he seemed very fabulous, although his face was kind of scary. He went over the pricing of the treatments he suggested for me, put some foundation on my face, and was quickly on his way elsewhere.

Well I guess today is all about simplicity, I thought to myself. Today is about our marriage. I guess my hair and makeup don’t have to be too much. But at least I know my dress will be gorgeous.

Speaking of, where was my dress? I glanced to my right and saw it crumpled on a shelf. It still looked clean, so hopefully no one would notice if there were a few wrinkles.

All of a sudden, I saw my whole family walking into the canopy. My whole dad’s side of the family was able to come, which was something I had been unsure of since the wedding was a 7-hour drive for most of them. I was so happy and started greeting them with hugs and “I’m so glad you could make it.”

I then came to the sinking conclusion that my mom hadn’t been able to make it. I don’t remember telling her where the wedding was going to be, and therefore I don’t remember her saying she would be there. I felt terrible.

At this point I was all set to go; I had my wedding dress on and all of a sudden I heard the processional music begin. Oh my gosh, I’m not even in place! Tom can’t see me until I’m walking down the aisle!

So I grabbed my dad’s arm and we walked around the back of the wooden canopy so that the guys could get in place at the altar. As we made our way around, there was a whole marching band that had set up on the porch of the main building and started playing and singing a happy song to get me pumped about my wedding. They were holding a banner too, although I can’t recall what it said.

Wow, this is so nice! After all the chaos of the past 25 minutes, things are going pretty smoothly. And I’m excited to finally be getting married!

I glanced down at my dress as we walked. I think it looks nice! And I’m glad I worked out earlier because it fits great!

I couldn’t wait to see Tom’s face when he saw me. And see how handsome he looked in his tux. We made it to the aisle and started the processional. But then, about halfway down, my dad started speed walking. I tried holding his arm tighter and saying, “Whoa, where are you going? Slow down.”

He broke free from my grasp and ran the rest of the way, leaving me stumbling the rest of the way. When my dad moved out of the way, I had a clear view of Tom. He was lounging in the chair I had been sitting in earlier. And he had his everyday clothes on. Jeans. Sneakers. Striped blue and white polo.

“Are you serious? Why aren’t you dressed up?” I asked.

“I was just golfing,” he replied. I was really upset at the fact that he wasn’t taking this seriously. I then realized that my dad had been wearing a flannel shirt, cut-off shorts, and sneakers this entire time.

This isn’t a freaking hoe down! This is my wedding and I can’t believe no one is treating it like one!

Without saying a word, I just walked away. I walked around the back of the canopy, the way we had gone earlier to make it around to the aisle. The band and singers were all still set up on the porch, probably waiting to play some celebratory tunes when the ceremony was over. But they realized that this was not a good sign, that I was walking away without my groom in tow. They started chattering inaudibly, probably making up scenarios as to what had happened.

I walked down the busy road in front of the venue in my wedding dress and heels. God only knows what those in the cars passing by were thinking of me. I probably looked like a tragic mess. Greasy hair. No makeup. A wrinkly wedding dress.

I continued walking until I came to a beach. I went and stood in the sand and the water. Something was going on there; a bunch of large machines were floating on the water. They weren’t boats but more like large metal boxes as large as buildings. A crowd began to gather, so I decided I should probably leave.

I walked back down the road toward the venue thinking that hopefully the day could be salvaged. A few speed bumps shouldn’t completely bring this special day to a screeching halt. As the wooden canopy came into view, the dream ended.

Thank goodness.