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.