Last night after consuming a few bottles of wine with a few good friends, I had three wedding dreams and a horribly interrupted night’s sleep. If this is how it’s going to be for the next 9 months until the wedding, I’m going to need drugs. Seriously. Legal ones, but drugs nonetheless.
Dream Number One:
I’m dressed in my wedding dress, sitting alone in the backseat of the limo. Things have been hurried and I’m running behind. It’s an hour until the wedding ceremony is set to start. All of a sudden, I realize that we never hired a photographer. I start frantically flipping through my little wedding planning binder for photographers phone numbers and making one phone call after the next to no avail. I start to cry a most pathetic cry. I wake up.
Dream Number Two:
Our wedding reception is underway at a beach house on stilts. In true SoCal fashion, there is an earthquake. I crawl on my hands and knees to the front door to get out; all the while the ground is still shaking. I make it outside and everyone gathers on the shore of the ocean, huddled in the dark. I wake up.
Dream Number Three:
Again, the wedding reception is in full swing, and it’s more than halfway through the night. Val has left already, and in the dream that is perfectly normal. All of a sudden, I panic because Val is gone and I realize that we never had our first dance together or either of the father daughter dances. I start getting really upset and disappointed when I realize that I am standing in the middle of the empty dance floor wearing nothing but a towel that just barely wraps around me. I wake up.
Some things in these dreams are obvious, and some are not. The dance floor in a towel is pretty obviously playing to vulnerability. The fact that Val’s face was never seen in any of the three dreams seems a bit odd to me, but I’m probably overanalyzing it. The earthquake? I have no clue. Instability, maybe? But there’s really nothing unstable about the wedding right now. It will happen… I have no doubt. October 10th. There are $2,000 riding on it already…
