Strange Wedding Dream

I hadn’t planned on posting today, but I had the strangest dream last night. It was the day of the wedding. We weren’t in the chapel. The wedding was being held at a train station. There was a bandshell at one end and a row of Target checkout lanes at the other (with customers going through them). The band that was supposed to be there was missing, but luckily some other unknown musicians agreed to fill in. There were rows of picnic tables and hundreds of guests. I only had food for forty people and was worried about not being able to use the round table linens we had planned on. My dress was missing. Nobody knew where to look for it in the busy train station. Everything was a disaster.


I was so relieved when I woke up. I guess I’m nervous about everything going as planned. I have to trust that people will be there to help me. The only thing that matters is that Chris and I get married, even though I’d prefer it not happen at the Amtrak station or Target.


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