D: I had a bad dream about the wedding last night.
M: Oh yeah?
D: Yeah. Everything went wrong.
M: Like what?
D: Like, I didn’t show up to photos and everything got screwed up.
M: Well, it’ll be impossible for you to miss photos, so don’t worry about that.
D: I also got pissed at you for taking off your wedding dress before we even got to the reception. You said it was uncomfortable.
M: Hmm. That’s interesting.
D: Why’s that?
M: Because when I had it on the other day, I was ready to take it off after 40 minutes of wear time.*
D: You better keep that dress on, Megan.
I actually stopped having nightmares about the wedding a couple months ago. It’s not because I’m any more confident that something won’t go wrong—in fact, I’m confident we won’t have a flawless day.
We’re planning a wedding from a thousand miles away during the peak of Iowa summer (hello, hellish 2008); we’re still trying to hire a design coordinator (whose work I likely won’t be able to see until I walk into the reception on July 10) and it doesn’t look like the guy doing our music for the ceremony will make the rehearsal.
But we’ll do the best we can. I’ll be busting my ass in the next four months to make sure we’re as hiccup-free as we can be—but feel pretty OK knowing that if something does go wrong, I’ll have my favorite people around to help me laugh it off.
What say you, married folks? Did you have any nightmares prior to your wedding? What stuff were you afraid would go wrong? Did anything go wrong during your event? Did it even matter?
*TMI, but I had wretched PMS, and it wasn’t even my dress—it was the sample, which means it was giant and clipped to my body in odd places, hence the discomfort. I try on the real thing next month and I’m positive wearing something that actually fits will make all the difference in the world.