When Roger and I got engaged, they came.
Wedding dreams and nightmares.
Ones where I was pregnant. Ones where the catering never came.
Ones where things went terribly wrong.
But none of those came true.
The wedding went off flawlessly (at least from my view).
After the wedding, I had wedding dreams and nightmares too.
So did Roger.
Of course it was too late for those to come true.
I had new real nightmares awaiting me.
Last night, I had a new wedding nightmare.
It was not a wedding with Roger. It was a wedding with Mr. X.
[Interestingly enough I referred to him as Mr. X in the dream.]
In this particular dream, I was in my hotel room getting ready putting on my dress.
But for some reason, all my bridesmaids were gone.
It was just me.
"Why am I alone? Where is everyone?"
Then I realized I had forgot to book a room for the wedding night for Mr. X and me.
The bridesmaids were going to be sleeping in this room.
Mr. X and I can't sleep in this room with my bridesmaids on my wedding night!
So I decided to drive back to the hotel I had stayed at with my bridesmaids a few nights before.
As I am about to leave the hotel, I see Mr. X.
I tell him he needs to drive me to the other hotel to see if I can get a room for us and he agrees.
The wife of my photographer mentor (and former wedding photographer) was working at that hotel and I asked her if she could hook me up.
We drove back to the hotel where the wedding was to be but I had not done my hair or my makeup.
As I am about to go up to my room, I see it is time for the wedding to start. I ask Mr. X to stall the crowd so I can finish getting ready. "It will only be five more minutes, I promise." He smiles and agrees.
The coordinator spots me and the bridesmaids have already gone down the aisle. Everyone is waiting on me. She says it is time to start and that I look fine. No need for makeup or my hair today.
I beg for more time to get ready. My hair is in rolled into an everyday bun.
"I need to look my best. There will be pictures of this day."
She insists that I walk down the aisle now.
I concede but insist that I will be putting on makeup before the formal pictures.
I start to walk down the aisle. My bouquet is magically in my hands.
My heart starts to beat fast and loud. It feels like it is going to beat out of my chest.
I feel lightheaded. (I wonder if my heart was beating this fast while I was sleeping?)
Midway down the aisle, I see the wife of my photography mentor again sitting in the audience.
I run over to her. I need help. I feel so alone.
I plead to her to help me.
She tries to coax me. "You can do this. It is going to be okay."
I woke up.
I laid in bed a few minutes before getting up.
On my new wedding day, at some point in the future, I cannot be alone.
Someone must stay with me the night before.
And I will probably need a good friend to walk me down the aisle this time.