So I thought the wedding nightmare wouldn’t happen again, but it did. Last night. I woke up in a cold sweat because in my dream, Pete and I got married. I remember the chapel, everything was great, until him and I walk back down the aisle together and someone whispers…."Your photographer didn’t show up and isn’t coming."

AHHHH. And I got in argument with her, and the priest (priest? not getting married by a priest in real life, so don’t know where I got that!) tried to fix it, but we weren’t allowed to have cameras at the ceremony since she was photographing it. I remember grabbing the priest’s cell phone and screaming, "LISTEN TO ME! I AM MARRIED AND NOW I HAVE NO PICTURES OF IT!!!!"

And then I woke up.

Thankfully I know my wonderful photog would never do that, but whoa. Can you tell my subconcious is busy worrying about the wedding? At least that mixed up the "your fired" dreams I keep having courtesy of my sketchy work situation. Ah well. Tonight is another night, and hopefully I will sleep!