Wedding Dreams in the Final Days

Today officially marks the start of the MONTH OF MY WEDDING. Whoa. I started having wedding dreams nightly about a week ago. There was the one about my sister hanging her dress on the back of her bedroom door and flying here without it. There was another one where I lost my sister after picking her up very late from the airport, STRESS. I already told you about the make-up trial in my wedding dress.

I had a strange one where there was a fall festival going on. I was manning a booth or something. It was in the neighborhood I grew up in, well the dream version. Even in the dream I thought this was strange. After a while I decided to wander around maybe stop into some shops. I went into the bridal store. I was browsing the dresses in there plastic bags and thinking how pretty they were. All the sudden the sales ladies were saying nasty things about the "bumpkins" in this town..etc. Then they turned their attention me. It was a bit like the scene in Pretty Woman at some point I suddenly remembered I already had a dress and walked out.

The other night Riley woke us up at 3am. After we sent her back to bed and I tossed and turned for a while I dreamt Riley woke us up. Except in the dream I heard whispering in the house. When I expressed concern about it Mike said not to worry, but it was the middle of the night and I was worried. I discovered my friends from California in the hallway and I was so excited. Then I was concerned because I was supposed to have more time. Just what was going on?

The house was different, much larger and I heard someone say "should we tell her?" That's when I was taken out into the yard to discover a gorgeous wedding set-up. It was breathtaking, David Tutera quality. Just like that guests arrived costumed performers starting performing. Lights twinkled in the trees, but I was in my pajamas. It was the middle of the night. Then I heard someone say "we have to help Katie get dressed." I was so relieved to hear it and anxious to match the beautiful surroundings.

That's when I woke up.

The Return of Wedding Dreams

It could always be worse I suppose. Orpheus here lost his bride, Eurydice, on their wedding day. She was bitten by a viper. He did go to Hades and get her back. He played his lyre so sweetly the god of the underworld wept. Orpheus was allowed to bring her out of the underworld, but she violated the terms of her release by looking back and she was lost forever. Rough wedding day.

Two nights ago, I dreamt that my sister was Aunt Jackie from Roseanne. She was being really annoying and talking about herself at all my wedding events. Notably, she gave a toast at my rehearsal dinner about her upcoming wedding. I was so furious about her behavior and slightly confused by her age. It was really stressing me out.

When things were winding down and Mike and I were getting ready to go our separate ways for the night. I pulled him aside and warned him to be careful because there's a tradition of kidnapping the groom the night before his wedding. I was super worried about this in the dream.

It was stressful, but weird enough to make it comical in the light of day. Last night I dreamt that it was the day of the wedding and nothing had been done to set up the reception space. It was barren except for a single cardboard box in the middle of the floor with miscellaneous crap I didn't recognize. I was completely stressed and no one seemed to care! I was taking the packaging off some crazy lighted guest book frame thing and frantically searching for and easel to put it on for a large part of the dream.

My mom and sister appeared and insisted I was "too stressed" and we needed to go out to eat. Out. To. Eat. On my freaking wedding day when the room wasn't ready and I wasn't dressed! So, we ate out, but while at the restaurant I kept telling them to go easy because we paid for everyone to have a nice meal at the reception.

When I starting setting up again I realized I'd let the important and unfinished paperwork for the photographer and the caterer at home. I sent my mom to get it. I was really freaking out now because it had gotten dark and nothing was done. When she came back with the papers I was so relieved, but it turned out they were all wrong. I was completely perplexed. I did my best to fill them out, but they didn't make sense. Sometime around then I realized I hadn't seen Mike all day. That was my last thought in the dream before I woke up.

I think they'll only get weirder and more frequent from here I'm sure.

Wedding Dreams

My first wedding related dream was a few weeks ago. I dreamt I had to threaten a groomsman into getting his suit picked up and Mike's boss roughed him up for me. It was weird and stressful. The other night I had my first mostly good wedding dream.

I found myself in my actual wedding dress standing on a hillside in Boston with about 60 people. I remember being confused. Had I missed it? Was I married? Oh, well it was a lovely day. After milling around I realized I had forgotten to fill out the photographer's timeline sheet. Now, he'd have no idea what to take pictures of or when. This was bad.

All the sudden I was in Boston University’s black box theater where my reception was being held. It was just me alone joyously wondering about in the much beloved space. I remember thinking more than once I was glad we decided to have the wedding in Boston. All at once everyone was there dancing, although I never saw my groom once the whole dream. Maybe because I have no idea what he'll be wearing. Anyway, at that point I realized I hadn't seen my photographer all day.

It was funny because in the dream I knew exactly how much I had paid and how many hours I had arranged for in real life and was trying to reason out where he might be. Then like magic my dad asked me to dance and there was Jason, the photographer, snapping away.

I guess it means I miss Boston and photography's important to me, duh! I looked amazingly beautiful in the dream and I loved my dress. It was a pretty fun dream considering the photographer stress. I hope I have more like this one than the first.