I'm a little tired today. Last night, though I snuggled blissfully into bed at 10.30 with a good book, I spent the entire night having Wedding anxiety dreams. This has only happened a few times but last night's felt particularly fraught...
I dreamt that I didn't have a watch on the morning of our Wedding so I was relying on my Mum and Bridesmaids to keep an eye on the time as they ferried me from one place to another keeping me entertained before the ceremony. Nothing seemed odd until we realised it was 1.45 and we were in some random English city and I was in nothing resembling a Wedding dress.
Cue a long montage of me trying to get home to my dress through various modes of transport (including the depressingly familiar running through jelly sensation) only to finally arrive at my Wedding (still in jeans) in time to watch a news broadcast about my the Ceremony in the foyer.
My cousin Naimph was being interviewed and was telling the anchorman how terrible I'd looked and how stupid my face was when I closed my eyes to worship. I stared rather confused at screen as they cut to me saying my vows, I did look shocking.
It turned out that me from the future knew I was going to be too late so came back in time to get married in my place. I was really upset. I wanted to be married now, not in the future. Everyone thought this was a brilliant result, for the rest of my Wedding day my time was divided between trying to get someone to help me into my Wedding dress and trying to catch Steve on his own to explain he married the wrong me....
Oh dear. The few Wedding dreams I've had have all been about being late and trying to get people to help me. Hopefully not a sign of things to come xc