Wedding Bells

I’ve recently been having dreams with a common theme: being unaware that I’m late to my own wedding.

In one dream, I was in a small hall with my bridal entourage and find that my mother had forgotten my bridal gown. I was already upset because I didn’t like the size of the hall where we were going to hold the reception. So, I take off to get my wedding dress. I had to look for my car because my cousin had used it, But before I left, I forgot to ask him where he parked it, so I ended up walking a lot to find it. I gave up and tried calling him up, but when I used the payphone, for some reason, I couldn’t dial the number, whether it be because I punched in the right number, or there was no dial tone. I finally got through and someone picked me up. I get to my house (which in this dream was in the old house that I moved out of 6 years ago) and get my dress out of the closet. I don’t remember how it looks like. *the end*

In another dream, I am sitting down on a church pew. And people are coming up to me and saying “Why aren’t you readuy? It’s your wedding?” I was shocked! I had no idea. When I was scurrying around, I remember telling myself, “It can’t be my wedding! I don’t remember sending out invitations, or picking out my dress, or picking out the colors or the bridesmaids’ dresses, etc…” I walk past my grandmother and my mother who literally have a heap of tissue on the church pews beside them. I walk past them into the changing area. I put on my veil. I don’t remember having a dress. The main focus of my attire was the veil.I wore it both on and off. *the end*