Wedding stress can wake me up at night
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In an effort to get more sleep so that I’m not a complete zombie at work, I’ve been making sure I get to bed before midnight (when I actually fall asleep is a different matter…). It’s been working out alright; I am more alert during work now and less likely to slack off. (I haven’t check my RescueTime for months because I’m afraid of what it will show.) Last night, my efforts were thwarted by a nightmare that disturbed me to the point where I woke up in the middle of the night. I don’t usually wake up from dreams unless I die in it or something violent happens, but in this case, my dream was free of violence. Apparently, stress from a disastrous wedding is enough to bring me back into consciousness.
I’m in some sort of large church, standing off to the side with all my family members. Multiple weddings are going on at this church, so we are observing someone else’s wedding as we wait for our turn. Our turn is coming up, so our family and friends are getting ready either to sit down or walk in the procession. One of the families that we apparently invited has three kids being brats. [This family actually exists in real life, but with only two kids, both well-behaved. They’re friends of Kelvin’s brother that we met at their birthday party, but we don’t really know them.] They start running and screaming and playing up and down the aisle. I’m freaking out, because it’s almost our turn to go up the aisle, and they’re being little snots at my wedding during the ceremony. So I yell at the kids and their parents, and they finally grab the kids out of the way, but they seem to glare at me. My feelings are hurt because they think it’s okay to be so inconsiderate at my wedding, and no one else helped me out with the situation.
I start crying, which ruins all my makeup. My eye makeup is running down my face with my tears. I realize my makeup is getting ruined, which makes me cry even more. I run out of the church so I can call my makeup artist, who already went home for the day. I call and ask her to come over to do a touch, negotiating pricing and whatnot. After I finish my call, I realize that I never officially signed a contract with the reception location, so they probably haven’t saved space for 100+ people for the evening. My mind is dying from the stress, so I give up and run off, ditching my own wedding.
There are some houses near the church, and I know for a fact some wedding vendors live in these houses since I’ve talked to some of them. As I knock on one of the doors, I turn back and see my mother and Kelvin’s mother run out with some relatives, panicking since they’ve realized I’ve disappeared. I can see them running off in the direction of, I’m guessing, the reception location. I can’t get myself to wave at them and let them know I’m okay, so I try to hide from their view. The door of the house I’m at opens, and I realize it’s one of the vendors (I don’t know for what service) I rejected. Embarrassed, I apologize and run off to the next house. My makeup artist lives there with her twin sister (who’s also another wedding vendor I rejected). [I’m pretty sure I know why I’m dreaming about twins. I just saw an American Gladiators episode the evening before that had a twin in it.] They welcomed me into their home and let me vent. They console me, telling me how it’s okay to ditch your wedding, one of them ditched their own wedding and had it later, how everything will be okay and people will understand. They were very comforting.
As I was venting, I noticed another woman in the house: my wedding coordinator [not my real life wedding coordinator. I’ve never seen this woman before in real life.]. Apparently she’s my makeup artist’s roommate. I start screaming at her, “Why the hell are you here and not at my wedding? Why are you at home not doing your job and doing absolutely nothing on one of the most important days of my life??” I can’t remember how she responds, but it dawns on me that she should have checked on my reception vendor. I start yelling at her about how she missed a critical point of my wedding. Suddenly, I start panicking about how I’ve ditched my own wedding, how it’s all ruined after thinking about it for months, how I could have possibly missed all these details, how am I going to explain it my family, etc. etc…
At this point, I woke up from my dream. It was the middle of the night, and I grumbled about how I ruined the benefits of my early bedtime by thinking about too much crap in my sleep, and how ridiculous that I woke up from a dream about weddings. I eventually passed out again, so it wasn’t too horrible.
In an effort to make my dream log posts less boring, I’ve added a drawing to help illustrate my nightmare. I hope you guys can appreciate my minimal effort. Yay for Microsoft Paint :P
In an effort to get more sleep so that I’m not a complete zombie at work, I’ve been making sure I get to bed before midnight (when I actually fall asleep is a different matter…). It’s been working out alright; I am more alert during work now and less likely to slack off. (I haven’t check my RescueTime for months because I’m afraid of what it will show.) Last night, my efforts were thwarted by a nightmare that disturbed me to the point where I woke up in the middle of the night. I don’t usually wake up from dreams unless I die in it or something violent happens, but in this case, my dream was free of violence. Apparently, stress from a disastrous wedding is enough to bring me back into consciousness.
I’m in some sort of large church, standing off to the side with all my family members. Multiple weddings are going on at this church, so we are observing someone else’s wedding as we wait for our turn. Our turn is coming up, so our family and friends are getting ready either to sit down or walk in the procession. One of the families that we apparently invited has three kids being brats. [This family actually exists in real life, but with only two kids, both well-behaved. They’re friends of Kelvin’s brother that we met at their birthday party, but we don’t really know them.] They start running and screaming and playing up and down the aisle. I’m freaking out, because it’s almost our turn to go up the aisle, and they’re being little snots at my wedding during the ceremony. So I yell at the kids and their parents, and they finally grab the kids out of the way, but they seem to glare at me. My feelings are hurt because they think it’s okay to be so inconsiderate at my wedding, and no one else helped me out with the situation.
I start crying, which ruins all my makeup. My eye makeup is running down my face with my tears. I realize my makeup is getting ruined, which makes me cry even more. I run out of the church so I can call my makeup artist, who already went home for the day. I call and ask her to come over to do a touch, negotiating pricing and whatnot. After I finish my call, I realize that I never officially signed a contract with the reception location, so they probably haven’t saved space for 100+ people for the evening. My mind is dying from the stress, so I give up and run off, ditching my own wedding.
There are some houses near the church, and I know for a fact some wedding vendors live in these houses since I’ve talked to some of them. As I knock on one of the doors, I turn back and see my mother and Kelvin’s mother run out with some relatives, panicking since they’ve realized I’ve disappeared. I can see them running off in the direction of, I’m guessing, the reception location. I can’t get myself to wave at them and let them know I’m okay, so I try to hide from their view. The door of the house I’m at opens, and I realize it’s one of the vendors (I don’t know for what service) I rejected. Embarrassed, I apologize and run off to the next house. My makeup artist lives there with her twin sister (who’s also another wedding vendor I rejected). [I’m pretty sure I know why I’m dreaming about twins. I just saw an American Gladiators episode the evening before that had a twin in it.] They welcomed me into their home and let me vent. They console me, telling me how it’s okay to ditch your wedding, one of them ditched their own wedding and had it later, how everything will be okay and people will understand. They were very comforting.
As I was venting, I noticed another woman in the house: my wedding coordinator [not my real life wedding coordinator. I’ve never seen this woman before in real life.]. Apparently she’s my makeup artist’s roommate. I start screaming at her, “Why the hell are you here and not at my wedding? Why are you at home not doing your job and doing absolutely nothing on one of the most important days of my life??” I can’t remember how she responds, but it dawns on me that she should have checked on my reception vendor. I start yelling at her about how she missed a critical point of my wedding. Suddenly, I start panicking about how I’ve ditched my own wedding, how it’s all ruined after thinking about it for months, how I could have possibly missed all these details, how am I going to explain it my family, etc. etc…
At this point, I woke up from my dream. It was the middle of the night, and I grumbled about how I ruined the benefits of my early bedtime by thinking about too much crap in my sleep, and how ridiculous that I woke up from a dream about weddings. I eventually passed out again, so it wasn’t too horrible.
In an effort to make my dream log posts less boring, I’ve added a drawing to help illustrate my nightmare. I hope you guys can appreciate my minimal effort. Yay for Microsoft Paint :P
