Spell anxiety "w-e-d-d-i-n-g" anxiety!

I don't put much stock into dreams. Some people think dreams are a way to tell the future, or a way to give us messages from the other side etc etc. Not me. I think the brain is a mysterious organ that we've still yet to figure out and when you're in a deep state of sleep there's no way to control all of those nerves firing away. (Or whatever they are!) I thought that until now. I thought that until Steve proposed and we decided to shock ourselves and our parents by planning a successful wedding in just 3 short months. And believe me they have been short. The shortest months of my life! I swore up and down from the start that I would be as far away from bridezilla as possible and up until now I've done an astounding job. That's not only my opinion but also the opinion of my fiance. However at some point there is just no getting around bridezilla and there's no way to dodge this huge shotgun shell of stress that comes over me in waves, especially at night. One of those 5 moments happened last night when I was sleeping. I had a dream that resulted in a series of very very awkward and unfortunate events.

For starters my hair wouldn't curl, (Angie, we addressed this yesterday), and because of that I had it in a ponytail which just wasn't jiving with my classy, beautiful ivory dress. And then my dress was too big at that! My dress came too late and I didn't have time to get alterations.
I guess that's better than dreaming it's too small. I'm curious to know just how many brides actually fear that their dress will be too big.
After the horrible hair and dress incident, it was time to put on the veil. Obviously a ponytail draped with a cathedral veil was down right ugly. So here I am about to walk down the aisle with bad hair, makeup, dress and veil. (The whole makeup thing has occurred in all 5 of my wedding day disaster dreams. This one wasn't a suprise.) I realized I had no bouquet so at that point I ran out and threw some half wilted ugly flowers together.

Now, on top of all of this we were at some municipal courthouse of some sort where they perform wedding ceremonies and everything was gray. Ugh! I'm not sure how that snuck in there. We have a beautiful church, if you haven't noticed, and it's been secured for a while. All of these things were floating around somewhere in my mind and they became apparent last night. I've had 4 others and in them I either had an ugly dress, no bridesmaids, no cake, or bad makeup or a combination of all 4.

Fortunately they are all just bad dreams and everything will be excellent on the big day. As long as Steve and I walk away as husband and wife then our mission is accomplished and I can't complain. I just really really hope that certain people are wrong and dreams are not a window to the future. We can't wait to see everyone soon! Ladies bring your makeup, brushes, bobbypins, combs, and perfume because I may need it all.