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?