I can't say this was my first, since I had a weird dream about 6 months ago (before we were engaged) about being dressed in a white bedsheet like a toga and wearing cowboy boots for my wedding.... but this was definitely the most disasterous!
So in my dream... our venue was blown up by a bomb. It wasn't our real venue, but in my dream it was where we were supposed to get married. We were on top of the building getting things ready (sorta like a rehearsal, but it was the same day as the wedding), and it started swaying, so we all jumped to a nearby building and watched it fall behind us. So we knew we had to get married somewhere else, and one of the people we were with suggested their house.
Then I forgot to do my hair, so it was greasy and messy and had bits of the blown up building in it. And I forgot my shoes, so I was going to walk down the aisle barefoot. And the florist forgot the day, so we had no flowers. And FI's whole family was missing, so we were holding up the wedding while my brother ran back to try to find my shoes and waiting for FI's family. Meanwhile, our photographers show up and say, "Sorry we missed the ceremony." And I told them that they hadn't missed the ceremony, that we hadn't stated yet. And they told me that my marriage license said I had to get married by 5 o'clock or else it was invalid, so I was going to start without my shoes, flowers, hair done, or my brother, who still hadn't come back. And then we realize my FI was missing. And I just kept mumbling, "No, he wouldn't run away. He promised me that he'd be there, that he wouldn't leave me at the alter. He would never leave me at the alter." And so our photographers went looking for him, and then he shows up and my brother shows up with my shoes (which don't fit, of course, so I'm still going barefoot). So we decided to start the ceremony anyway.
So the ceremony itself wasn't clear in my dream, but I remember walking around afterwards in a torn dress with messy hair and no shoes with no flowers anywhere, just plain rented tables shoved into this random skinny house's kitchen and on the stairs and in the bathroom, and I was thinking we should have eloped to Costa Rica. And I kept thinking that at least we saved a lot of money since I was going to sue all my vendors that failed to do their jobs. Maybe it's a (very elaborate) sign?
The funny thing is that planning hasn't been stressful at all so far! A very small bit of family drama on my side, and it's already been cleared up. And FI doesn't care if no one on his family comes (well, his Dad needs to be there, but he wouldn't miss it for the world).
Anyone else have wedding nightmares? Let's hear 'em!

