Woke up at 5am because of the most embarrassingly stupid anxiety dream ever.
I was at the altar on my wedding day wearing a dark brown polyester dress with a HUGE floppy veil. The ceremony site was some kind of indoor/outdoor location that had tons of people just milling about. I stood at the altar crying and wondering where everyone was. None of our guests were there. My Dad wasn't even there to give me away. The limo had not apparently shown up. My bridesmaids were missing. And Jeremy was no where to be found. After an hour I had to give up and leave. Especially because a band of gypsies (!?!) were next in line to get hitched. When I turned to walk back down the aisle there was a bicyclist standing in the way, watching the mess that was me in my stupid floppy veil. The aisle was a crooked red carpet that weaved around brown metal folding chairs. I went outside and called Jeremy to find out where he was. He said he was roller skating. But, it wasn't Jeremy's voice. It was my ex-boyfriends. (?!?) And then, I woke up with a pounding headache.
I was at the altar on my wedding day wearing a dark brown polyester dress with a HUGE floppy veil. The ceremony site was some kind of indoor/outdoor location that had tons of people just milling about. I stood at the altar crying and wondering where everyone was. None of our guests were there. My Dad wasn't even there to give me away. The limo had not apparently shown up. My bridesmaids were missing. And Jeremy was no where to be found. After an hour I had to give up and leave. Especially because a band of gypsies (!?!) were next in line to get hitched. When I turned to walk back down the aisle there was a bicyclist standing in the way, watching the mess that was me in my stupid floppy veil. The aisle was a crooked red carpet that weaved around brown metal folding chairs. I went outside and called Jeremy to find out where he was. He said he was roller skating. But, it wasn't Jeremy's voice. It was my ex-boyfriends. (?!?) And then, I woke up with a pounding headache.
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