Oh God; they've begun in earnest!
Hopefully at least a few of you will know what I'm talking about: the wedding-themed bad dreams as the big day gets closer.
Before we were engaged, I would occasionally have bizarre wedding dreams. They'd usually involve me having to borrow a costume for a dress or invite strangers to be our witnesses, since it was all being thrown together quicker than we had expected. I get the metaphor behind these... they were telling me that even though I wanted to get married back then, we weren't ready quite yet.
But now that it's for real, and the wedding is just over five weeks away, Lord help me; they've kicked into high gear. We're talking almost every night here, and not just strange but intense, scary and sad.
Last night I was so stressed trying to sleep that I was afraid there were huge spiders in our bedroom curtains, because we haven't vacuumed in ages. Then, after a dream about being chased by a Sasquatch, I next had a dream that one of my close cousins was deeply offended that I'd somehow gotten his name wrong on his invitation. He was so mad that he drove up in person with his mother, threw it back at me, told me to "get it right next time," and stormed away.
In the middle of Sunday night I jumped up and was afraid that something in our apartment had caught fire, because my eyes were adjusting to the dim light coming from our hallway and this made everything look hazy. Then when I calmed down and went back to sleep, I had a dream that some idiot had invited my ex and his family to the rehearsal, the rehearsal dinner, and the wedding itself. And they were staying in the same hotel. And they had access to the bar. And the jerk kept following me around the whole time, picking fights with me, asking me over and over again why I was marrying my fiance and why I wouldn't give him another chance... while telling me that I was the one who needed help and anger management.
While my ring was away getting sized at the jeweler's, I had a dream that when I went to pick it up, the diamond immediately fell out and the prongs were bent and cheap, and the jeweler assured me that he'd just replace everything with plastic, because "no one ever really knows the difference."
I've also had dreams that my fiance decides that he's going to ditch me for about half the honeymoon so he can hang out with some guy friends, and that my fiance has broken the news to me that he "really only likes me as a friend" and that we're getting married "because our parents expect it and because of the health benefits."
One of the biggest doozies was the dream in which my wedding and my job were combined into one; I had to get married at work while also helping to organize and run the annual office party. Our Senate president was the one helping me into my dress and giving me my "something borrowed" in the back of the cafeteria.
So... I've lost my tiny mind, right? I need to chill, right? But how? What level of yoga / movie marathon / boozefest / bathtime do you do to make these dreams stop coming?