Weddingbee

Last night I had a very telling dream. I was in a car with my future in-laws, Mr. Onion and my FBIL’s girlfriend. Mr. Onion’s father was driving, mother in the passenger seat and the rest of us in back. We were on the highway and driving very fast!All of a sudden Mr. Onion’s father got up from the driver’s seat (as if the car were big enough to do that all of a sudden) and walked into the back. I said “What are you doing?!” scared half to death as we were now flying down the highway with no one at the wheel. He said “Oh, this thing practically drives itself,” then he laughed and walked to the “back” (somewhere different than were Mr. Onion and I were) and I woke up so nervous I had to take a few deep breaths to calm down.

Pfew. Inhale…exhale….and repeat. My FBIL and his girlfriend actually got us this great aromatherapy product that was in my shower gift, so I took a few “hits” from this morning after I woke up from my dream.

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This one revolved around us not having our license and me not having taken a shower for three days and feeling skanky (this may have something to do with how humid it was out last night). I kept telling people in my dream that we couldn’t get married because my sister (who actually IS officiating the service) told us our ticket to getting in to the rehearsal was our license and we didn’t have one. I also was really upset because my hair was in no condition to be styled.

I know these all have to do with anxiety, but in all reality, I am doing much better than a week ago. Last week I may or may not have had a slight breakdown that manifested itself in my chewing off all my nails…you know…the ones that I stopped biting way back in April and now don’t have enough time to fully grow in again. Yeah. Disappointing, not to mention, disgusting.

Anyway, when Mr. Corn got back from his business trip, we sat down and made a spreadsheet (he is an accountant after all) of all of the things we need to get done for the wedding, and for work between now and the wedding. It is a HUGE list, but I am so thankful to have it all out of my head and ‘on paper’. Which is why I am confused that I had such a vivid no-you-can’t-get-married-today dream.

Oh well…maybe I will chalk it up to eating ice cream before bed.

Nearly two months after my wedding, and I’m still having nightmares. I think some of this has to do with my renewed interest in it–our pro pics shoud be here in just a few days, I just put together this rockin’ shadowbox, and I’m starting to become distanced enough from it that I don’t mind thinking about it anymore.

Top row: program, my headband, my garter, matchbook. Bottom row: napkin, tag and ribbon from a favor, complete invitation (envelopes and everything), Mr. Blueberry’s boutonniere. Scattered in the bottom: flower petals, stars from the favors, and some confetti from the tables.

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It was so weird. It was my wedding day and I was getting married at some glass mansion (all the walls, the furniture, everything was made of glass and see-through). I was getting dressed in a glass room, and I could see all my guests waiting for me outside by a gazebo - they were all watching me get dressed. I kept saying “Nooooo! they can see me!” but people kept trying to change my clothes for me! I was freaking out, crying, and screaming and I didn’t know why everything was going wrong. My makeup artist and hair stylist didn’t show up. Turns out that I ‘forgot’ to call them and tell them the correct time/place to show up. The salon brought the wrong dress - a hideous bright-white “swan” dress with poof sleeves.

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So I had the most hilarious dream last night about weddingbee, thanks to my good friend NyQuil. Just had to share. Mrs. Bee changed all the icons to items on the McDonald’s menu. I was Miss Quarter Pounder with Cheese.

I woke up this morning mildly offended. So, I realized two things. One–I am a little obsessed with everything wedding related. Two–I’ve been doing really well on my diet as of late…and I need to treat myself to something on the dollar menu. I mean it must be fate that I dreamed about a burger!

I was never much of a dreamer during my sleep. But I’d heard of brides having wedding dreams or nightmares, and after Mr. Snow Pea and I were engaged, I used to “look out” for those dreams. Nope, not one! Other than day-dreaming, I don’t think about my wedding during sleep. (Thank goodness!)

Well, for the 4th time now, I keep having this reoccuring “nightmare” about how I can’t walk down the aisle without my veil. I don’t have any other wedding dreams other than this! Weird isn’t it? The first time, it was in a dressing room. The other times, it’s been in a church. In each dream, I am ready to go, peony bouquet in hand, bridesmaids are ready. Right as we’re ready to go down the aisle, STOP. OH NO, I don’t have my veil! I can’t go without my veil! My looooong, goes for miles, Princess Diana like veil. Once I even told my bridesmaids to take fabric down from the window curtains. Yes, very Scarlett O’hara or Sound of Music.

I love analyzing myself, so I started to take note what was going on before I had that dream. Like many dreams, I think it has to do with the anxiety I have about not having a father to walk me down the aisle. It’s like those dreams as a kid where you go to school naked. I have never felt comfortable being the center of attention. I feel as though everyone will be watching me walk down the aisle without a blusher and wondering all these things about me and making judgements.

So what’s in your dreams?

So far I’ve had two bad dreams about my wedding. I know with all the wedding planning stress this is not uncommon for brides, but both my dreams have been about the same thing: Me forgetting my veil! And then driving like a maniac to go get it. Since I’ve only dreamed about it twice, I don’t know if I can call it a reccuring dream… but I just find it weird that in both dreams I forgot my veil! Wonder if it means anything…

Anyone wanna take a stab at dream interpretation? haha

Have you had any recurring nightmares about the wedding?

Last night I dreamed about Weddingbee. A sure sign that I’m *waaaay* too involved in it.

I know it’s never the most exciting thing to hear about other peoples’ dreams, so I’ll keep this short:

It was some sort of Weddingbee get-together at a sushi place in NY. I don’t know how I got there, but I did - something about donated flier miles (I actually dream about the logistics of things :-P). Anyway, we’d just eaten and were sitting around talking…everyone was there! I specifically remember talking to Miss Violet, Mrs. Spider, Mrs. Bee and Miss Kiwi. We were headed out of the restaurant when Mrs. Bee realized she’d forgotten her purse, so she and I went back to get it. Then we were magically transported (you know how dreams work…you just shift from one place to another) to Mrs. Bee’s office, where we started talking about the site, how it keeps running, etc. I asked about how many visitors Weddingbee gets, and Mrs. Bee told me that if I brought a ruler or measuring tape, she would show me (???). So I got a ruler and she measured out the number of visitors (lol makes it sound like I’m not too sure about how the Internet tubes work, eh?).

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I know several people have blogged about having wedding nightmares. This past weekend I had one too and I woke up so upset!

I dreamt that the day after the wedding, I couldn’t recall the wedding day. I couldn’t remember what my bouquet looked like. I couldn’t remember the cake, cutting it, tasting it with my new hubby or toasting with our flutes. I didn’t remember the guests. I knew that it all happened, but it was like there was so much to take in that I couldn’t remember all the details.

One thing I did remember was dancing with Mr. BOP, but I had a large white undershirt on top of my dress. OMG - why would I do that? All I could think was that now it would be in all my pics and in my video! I was crying in my dream because after all that planning, stress and money spent, I didn’t remember the wedding.

I hope I don’t have any other bad wedding dreams!

Am I the only one that’s had a nightmare about things going wrong at someone else’s wedding?

One night was the Mother of the Groom (my friend’s mom who is INCREDIBLY conservative) getting completely drunk at the rehearsal dinner and sick to the point she couldn’t attend the wedding.

Another was that the bachelorette party had taken place in a different country and the bride flew first class so she made it back, but the bridesmaids were all stranded there. (first class typically flies the same plane as coach so that one didn’t even make sense)

Another was that I’d been asked to do something in the wedding (not even sure what) and I left for the wedding wearing the wrong dress and had to stop along the way to buy one but no stores were open.

Becky H