Getting Married without a Dress
I had this weird dream where I was getting ready to be married (to my current husband) but it was now as if wed just been living together all these years or something. I had been working toward this big day, helping everybody prepare, buy their clothes and get them tailored, put the banquet together with the hall, everything was perfect. It was all going off without a hitch, largely due to the tremendous amount of work and planning that I had put into it. I had tended to each of my daughters outfits and their families clothes and Id made sure my husband and son had tuxedos. I had coordinated everybody getting to the affair or getting rides there. It was all like clockwork.
Here I was, on the morning of my nuptials, sitting in the dressing room with a terry cloth robe on and making sure everything was in order and then I had a nagging thought. What about MY dress? Surely I had a dress I must have arranged for someone to bring it here. I wracked my brain but I just couldnt remember buying a dress. Thats impossible I thought, I HAVE to have a dress. My daughters and family arrived all attired in their lovely attendants gowns. They didnt bring my dress. The music started and they began their procession up the aisle, still no dress had shown up for me and I began to realize that in all the other preparations I had done, I had someone forgotten about my own wedding dress and here I was the bride! My second daughter began her procession down the aisle but then I had to call it off temporarily. The congregation was asked to forgive the interruption but the service would re-start shortly. I conferred with my older daughter and we decided to run out to the store and grab a dress. The running out to the store began to stretch to over a half-hour and I knew the guests were sitting there waiting for the ceremony. I decided maybe they should start the reception and have that first, then have the ceremony as a switch because I could find nothing at any store that even resembled a wedding dress all I found were a few slip over shirts with some flowers on them. The whole thing was a disaster.
When I awakened I realized it wouldnt take a psychoanalyst to figure out the implications of my dreams so busy with everybody elses attire and with all the preparations that I dont have a dress for myself at my own wedding? Hmmm what could THAT mean? LOL But I didnt have long to ponder it as I needed to get Mom to the bathroom again.
x random noter x hah, when i get married, the first thing i’ll do is buy a dress… 🙂
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