I’ve been told that it’s normal to have dreams about your wedding, and things going wrong. Pete has already had two, one where my dress was some sort of Little House on the Prairie creation, and another where he was mad because our wedding coordinator from the reception place was putting out cheap crackers as an appetizer. And he fell asleep and couldn’t remember any of the reception.

But my first one was last night, and it was weird. All of my friends and fam were at a hotel, along with a bunch of people who I haven’t seen/thought about in a long time, and I was getting ready for the wedding. But I knew that the date had to be wrong. I kept telling people that it was Nov. 8th, and our wedding wasn’t for another 9 months, and asking them what they were doing there. They told me I was crazy, that it was really July 11th, and I kept saying, "Where have the last 9 months gone? I don’t remember anything!"

My mom and I were dodging people who were there that weren’t invited, so as not to hurt their feelings.

My dad was driving me and my mom around in a helicopter that turned into a golf cart. And I was wearing my old Beta formal dress and a grey baseball hat. A guy that I liked in middle school that was there (which I was confused about, because I knew I hadn’t invited him), and told me that I was the only person who could pull off a hat with a formal dress, and asked me to save him a dance.

And then I found out it really was Nov. 8th, which I KNEW because KK’s bday is today (happy bday little sis) and all those people showed up for nothing, and I felt really bad.

Thankfully I woke up, and it was just a dream!