First, let me clear up any misconceptions that I am a beautiful sleeper. This is what I woke up to this morning. Yeah. Let’s just mediate on that for a while. Hot.
Second , you guys! Kamel knocked something off the nightstand last night and jarred me awake, and when I turned to see what was up and jab him in the ribs to tell him he knocked something off, a blinding light glared at me from the window. It was like a flashlight was turned on and pointing right into our bedroom, right into my face. I tilted my head so I could get a better look, while I shielded my eyes. And guess what? It was the MOON. The moon was crazy bright. So crazy bright that the birds were all singing. At 3am, the birds were going nutso, thinking the giant blaring white ball in the sky was the sun. (Or at least, that’s my theory.) So of course I’m like “WOW look at the MOON!” And Kamel is all “Hm? Ohyah. snooooooooze.” And then I laid in bed for the next twenty minutes amazed by the birds all twitter and wondering if that meant they would be feeling that mistake this morning and if they would be going to bed early today. And then I fell back asleep because those kind of thoughts just can’t be sustained for long.
Third(ly), this is day two of horrible bad wedding dreams. The panic in them hasn’t hit peak level yet. I still wake up going “wtf?” and not quite with the heart jumping out of my chest feeling that most bad dreams give me. And no sleep crying yet, so that’s good. But ughh day two and this is getting old. Last night, in my dream, it was pouring down rain, and somehow the get-ready-room was sort of outside, like in a covered picnic area or something, and the rain was leaking everywhere and completely soaked my computer, which of course then died because of it. And then I had to try and take public transit – in full wedding regalia – by myself to the event. And everything was going wrong, and suddenly I looked at my watch (I have a watch?) and it was 4:45! And the wedding starts at 2:30! And everyone was waiting for me! And I had to walk, uphill, hoisting up my wedding dress! And then my parents showed up and my dad wanted to give everyone french toast to make it all better. The end. But really? I officially have 58 days left until the wedding and this bullshit has to stop. Because, knowing my brain, it’s just going to get worse. Oh wedding stress dreams! What else can you throw at me?
Tell me about your stress dreams, we can all laugh at them and maybe it will scare the rest of mine away…