A tale of epic awfulness.

I had my second wedding nightmare last night. It was by far the worst. I hope any others that I have do not compare to it.

Without further adieu:

It was as if the wedding was tomorrow. (In fact, exactly that way because the hair on my legs were as long as they are now.) I had a short, light blue dress on and my garter was all exposed...(most likely inspired by the season 4 premier of Sons of Anarchy Rob and I finally watched last night). 

The dress looked similar to this (but shorter):

A nightmare, right?!

The location was still Green Acres but the Clubhouse was only different in the sense that the kitchen was a bridal sweet. It was as if I woke up that morning and it was my wedding day. Miserable. That being said, there was no food, no alcohol, no photographer, nothing.

There was however, chairs in the field (which looked just like I imagine it to!!!) and all of our guests were arriving. It was dreadful. I was running around crying the whole time that there was nothing and there would be no pictures. Plus, my maid of honor was NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. Not only that, my bridesmaids were wearing sundresses that looked like they were from a sale rack at Forever 21. I was dying.

I whipped my hair up into something moderately presentable, and then realized that I needed to shave astronomically bad. I spent ten minutes trying to do that and ended up gouging out two huge chunks of skin right on my shins. I was sobbing at this point.

I remember running outside to the front at one point and seeing a bunch of the guests and I think I had a split second thought to just flee and be done with the madness but I eventually found myself right back inside, getting ready and doing what I could about the situation.

The dream skipped as most dreams do and then Rob and I and all of our guests were sitting around enjoying ourselves. It was as if no one cared that everything had gone completely wrong. They were there to celebrate our marriage and that's exactly what we did. Towards the end of my dream, I remember having the mindset of "at least we're married". And I think that's the most important thing to remember through all of this. If you're married by the end of the day, everything went perfectly.

So, a final message to my subconscious: BRING IT ON.

And that's a (rather ridiculous) wrap up of my worst nightmare.

Until next time,
XOXO