I get married a week from tomorrow. Up until the past few days, I've been nervous/freaking out about getting everything right. Two days ago, I mentally chilled. And that's when my brain started messing with me via wedding nightmares.
Dream 1, two nights ago: Got to my venue, found out coordinator is sick. Running around getting reception set up. Realize not only am I late for my hair appointment, it's past the time I'm supposed to be back from it. Go into room to get ready. My beautiful, floor length gown has been cut to the knee, dyed mostly black, and has a netting train attached at the ass with ass bow. Hosiery is now black fishnet thigh highs with hooker heels. (not something I'd wear in front of my fairly conservative family). Frantically trying to do my hair with curling irons and youtube videos, only to realize I'm now 20 minutes past my ceremony start time. FI is pissed due to my inherent punctuality, starts bitching that I am obviously not taking our marriage seriously, and doesn't want a wedding any more.
(Note: after waking and telling FI about this one, he laughed and said he'd wait till our flight leaves the day after at 5 pm if I need that long to get ready for our wedding. Told my grandma about the dream, not only did she roar with laughter, she wanted to know what I'd been drinking, as she'd like a nip of it herself.)
Last night, my brain upped the ante...
Dream 2, last night: I dreamt 2 weeks before the wedding, FI sent me a text saying we were through, he was moving 5 hrs away, had a gf on the side who he cared for more, and she's a month pregnant. In the dream I was sobbing, trying to figure out what the hell I'd do and how I'd cope. Couldn't get ahold of him to talk about it, not sure how to talk to his folks (they live nearby). Dream was very, very vivid.
Finally woke up, realized it was a dream, but still went RUNNING down the hall to the office, burst in, saw FI on his computer, and practically tackled him crying and sobbing "you're still here, you're STILL HERE!!" FI's response: the hell is wrong with you? He got me to calm down, tell him about the dream while holding me (kitties are also trying to worm their way into the warm spot at this point). FI says he's not going anywhere, besides, my Dad's buying him a new tv (a joke, but as he pointed out, it got me to smile and laugh).
Managed to fall back asleep, but FI is saying now I can't have anymore bad dreams (like I can help it). I'm concerned as to what my brain will cook up next.