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You know you’re getting close to the wedding when the nightmares begin.

It started with the bridesmaids’ dresses. It was the morning of the wedding, the girls were about to get ready, and the dresses were hanging in alteration bags. We opened up the bags, and oh no! The dresses were all wrong. I’m talking three completely different dresses, in three completely different styles.

Then there were the flowers. Oh yes, for all of my laid-back decisions regarding floral arrangements for the big day, apparently I’m subconsciously worrying about them. In this dream, our wedding flowers were delivered in good time—only my bouquet was arranged delightfully… in a BUCKET. Yes, I walked a bucket of flowers down the aisle. (It had some tastefully arranged lace around it, as if that made it any less awkward.)

Disclosure: these flowers in a bucket = gorgeous, cute centrepiece idea. The bucket in my dream? Not so much.

Image via Slade Florist

And did I mention that dream I had about my grand wedding entrance? I was getting ready to walk down the aisle with my dad, only to have someone rush in and interrupt us—telling us our wedding wasn’t booked for that day and that we’d have to clear out. That dream ended with me going all bridezilla and doing some crazy karate chops to nearby tables filled with glassware. That is so not me. (Promise!)

And it doesn’t stop there! My MOH extraordinaire told me this morning that she had a wedding related dream as well, where she lost one of her tooth and had to walk down the aisle with it missing. Funnily enough, Mama Jaguar has already had a freak-out moment involving one of her front {false} teeth falling out just recently—and I have the photos to prove it, even though they’ll never see the light of day!

I’m hoping this is all just a build-up of stress, nerves and butterflies in the lead-up to the big day. I’m currently writing 25 report cards for the kids I teach at school, trying to wrangle people into seating arrangements and pay off our final vendor instalments, all while battling my third bout of sickness in four weeks. Feel free to send some calming thoughts this way—and do share your own bridal nightmares in the comments!