A story for your day...

I originally decided to write a blog to write down the "stories" that I have a tendency to tell my friends. It seems though, that since I began this blog, I haven't really had many stories to share...
This isn't really a story really, just a reoccurring dream I've been having that I though I'd share.
The details vary a little, but in general it goes like this:

It's the day of the wedding. Everyone looks beautiful and is going according to plan. I'm running a tad late, so they all leave to go to the church before me. I get there about 5 minutes after everyone, and we're getting ready to take pictures when I realize that I don't have my shoes! I can't remember where I put them to tell someone else, so I say that I'll go back to the house to get them. I get to the house, and I'm locked out, so I have to walk to a neighbor's to get a spare key. During the walk I am forced to walk across some sort of painful something... a brier patch, broken glass, or really hot asphalt. Once I get next door (there are always chickens btw) I get the key, and have to walk BACK across whatever hurt my feet to begin with. I finally get into the house, grab my shoes and drive super fast to the church. I always get pulled over for speeding, but get out of the ticket. I show up at the church at least 20 minutes after the ceremony was supposed to begin, only I have dirty, bloody feet that are too swollen to fit in my shoes! So I decide to just walk down the isle barefoot, only I walk past a mirror right before the doors open, and realize that I have dripping wet hair! I decide that I'll just have to send someone to "entertain" for a bit while I go get ready instead of walking down the isle looking like a hot mess. David gets SO irritated by this, and everyone is fidgeting in their seats, and hate the "entertainment" I picked, so I end up just having my mom braid my hair and rinsing my feet off in the sink in the bathroom and covering them with band-aids.

It's at this point that I wake up...terrified, and exhausted.

I'm sure that some people would interpret this to mean something, but I like to think it's just nerves and knowing I still have a lot to do until we're "ready" for the big day.

Besides, all that chaos does make me laugh to think about later...