It's 7am on a Saturday, and I'm up. This is partially due to the fact that I went to bed reasonably early last night because I am sick (just a cold). But this is also partially due to the fact that I woke up out of what must be classified as my first wedding anxiety dream. I'll tell you about it.
I was at the home of my great-aunt Erna (RIP)- this house no longer exists, because it was torn down along with the whole neighborhood when an business park went up. Anyway... we were back in that house, and I can see it clear as day. I was there with my Dad and my Step-mom. It was the day of the wedding, and I was supposed to be getting dressed. We were in the front living room, which was for some reason absolutely covered in cat hair (they used to have a cat, but, the place was never covered in cat hair that I remember). I was sitting on the couch and Malda was getting the dress out. I saw the veil first- it was a dingy yellow and full of weird holes- like holes that were sort of meant to be there, but, the veil wasn't supposed to have any holes in it!
Around this point in the dream, I start crying. Just a little bit at first. Then, I realized that I had a baby in my arms- a tiny, tiny newborn! And the baby was looking at me with these really big aware eyes, wondering why I was crying.
But then the dress came out... now, I don't want to say too much about what my dress is supposed to look like (my dress is strapless...), but as soon as Malda took this dress out, I let out a howl of despair. The dress had lace sleeves and shoulders- and it all attached to what used to be my strapless dress with a big ole thick white band of velcro. The dress looked dingy and old as well. I kept crying, and the baby was looking at me so sad. I was trying to comfort the baby, giving it lots of kisses on the head, but I could not stop crying.
Thankfully I woke up then, and rolled over to cuddle into Joel. But then it was hot, and I had to pee, and I got up. :)
So, I guess it's started. From what I've heard from my friends, no bride makes it through planning her wedding without anxiety dreams. So yeah, there you go... now I'm going to nap on the couch, because getting up at 7 on a Saturday is just not right. :)
3 comments:
Getting up at seven will be normal once you start having those babies. Sounds like a regular dream, interesting who was in the dream though. :-)
I have said it before, and I will say it again, once I actually have a REASON to get up that early on a Saturday, that will be one thing, and I welcome that day excitedly- for now, however, 7 is way too early for a Saturday!
It was definitely an anxiety dream- about all that could go wrong with the dress! Thankfully, my dress is being made by Joel's mum, and not only is she highly talented, but, I assume she has a vested interest in me looking good that day- she'll be looking at the pictures forever too! :)
I remember having those. Not going to the right church, wrong dress, wrong flowers, not marrying the right guy (yeah, your brain can play funny games with you). Occasionally I get dreams like that still. Haven't had one in a long time but I do remember having them after marriage.
I tend to have my really weird dreams when I'm stressed. So my suggestion is go to the beach and unwind!
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