I wrote recently that I am having a lot of these nightmares about my wedding. Today I woke up very upset because I had the most disastrous dream by far. I was literally crying and inconsolable that my husband cannot do anything but hug me. I am still at awe and shocked while I am typing this, as a matter of fact.
In the dream, I was already made up and was about to wear my dress. Three men were carrying it in a fitting form from the second floor and as they walked down to where I was I saw that it was completely different from what I wanted. It looked like Snow White’s gown made of cheap fabric and lace. I wasn’t able to contain my anger and disappointment to the seamstress and I went ballistic. My inner dragon was unleashed! In the middle of crying and screaming and cursing, punches were thrown and hair strands were detached from the scalp. That’s how mad I got!
I told Grace about it now and she assured me that it won’t happen. Waaaaaaaaahhh!
Please Dear God I am praying, not my wedding gown!
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