“I had a bad dream last night,” he said to me this morning as we were getting ready for work. Mr. S rarely remembers his dreams and when it’s a nightmare, it’s usually about one of us dying. I’m told dreams about specific people dying are actually a sign of long life, so I’m not too worried. Anyway, I urged him to continue, wondering how his subconscious had killed me off this time.
“The wedding cake didn’t have any filling.”
My face instantly contorted into that “Huh??” shape. Of course I’ve had my fair share of wedding related nightmares. In one, the florist showed up with no flowers. In another, guests arrived at the ceremony site on the wrong day and forced me into my wedding dress even as I protested and told them all to go home. But my wedding nightmares seemed normal, almost expected, given how much time I spend planning obsessing over our wedding. For the most part, Mr. S has been spared all the intense nitty-gritty of logistics, to do lists, and massive spreadsheets, so it was even more surprising that his recollection of his dream was so vivid.
“The wedding cake didn’t have any filling, so I called Nunzio and I was yelling at him, ‘I DON’T CARE WHAT FLAVOR FILLING YOU HAVE, BUT YOU BETTER GET WHATEVER YOU HAVE HERE, AND PUT IT IN THIS CAKE RIGHT NOW!!’ You were crying, we were late to the church because I didn’t want to start the ceremony until the cake was fixed, and it was all so terrible.”
I immediately conjured up a vision of a red-faced Mr. S in his tuxedo, pointing fingers in the air while angrily pacing around a gigantic cake, completely devoid of any filling or frosting yet still topped with three miniature gold pine cones and proudly displayed on a fancy cake pedestal.
Sort of like this… | Image via Counting my Cupcakes
I was laughing when he finished his story because it was all too hilarious (who the hell is Nunzio?!*), but truthfully, I mostly felt completely relieved. Thank you Jesus, I am not the only one feeling the stress and pressure from this wedding (even if only subconsciously)! Granted, in his eyes the worst thing that can happen is a dry cake, but at least he sympathizes with my wedding worries. At least I know that if something does go wrong on the big day, he’ll be there to step in, pick up the phone, and take care of it/yell at someone for me. At least I know that for the past twelve months he has been listening and even actually paying attention to me wax poetic about inane wedding details, not just Yes Ma’am-ing me so that I’d shut up already.
My groom had a wedding nightmare. The man obviously loves me. cake. me.
Have wedding fears infiltrated your future intended’s dreams? What are some of your own wedding nightmares?
* We have no idea who this mysterious Nunzio is. There was no Nunzio at any of our cake tastings and neither of us has come across a Nunzio in our entire lives. I’m chalking up the Italian character in his dream to the pizza we had for dinner the previous night, but if a man named Nunzio ends up delivering our cake on wedding day, you can bet we’ll be checking to make sure that cake is filled.