Nightmare

I think we can all agree that I'm a bit of a spazz. I had a nightmare this morning. I tossed and turned stressed out about the dream I was having but couldn't bring myself to wake up from it because I, 1) wanted to see what was going to happen and 2) wanted to keep sleeping through the howling wind and ringing wind chimes the neighbors have. (I knew if I woke myself up I wouldn't get back to sleep and I had stayed up too late last night watching Women's Figure Skating.)

So why was I stressed about the dream? I dreamt I was getting married but there were two major problems.

Problem #1. I wasn't getting married in the temple. I was getting married in a carpeted LDS church cultural hall.
Problem #2. I didn't know who I was getting married to.

Now you see where the nightmare begins. So I show up to the church and receive a cold reception from my family. My parents are fake happy, giving me hugs and so are my friends. I don't even know if my sisters are there. My parents have tears in their eyes. I see sitting in the audience all the boys I ever liked. And they're all sitting with their wives. The wedding felt more like a funeral than the happy, joyous occasion it should be. I feel anxious and sad.

Next thing I know (because it's a dream and they change really fast without explanation), I'm married but I still don't know who my new husband is. Everyone is sitting around in a big circle in the cultural hall and ignoring the fact that I'm married. I'm avoiding the room trying to find anywhere to go but in there. I'm stressed out and confused and sad. I finally come back to where everyone is because I have to know who my husband is. When I get in there, there are two empty metal folding church chairs set up next to each other. I come in and say, "Where is my husband?" Next thing I know, an old man (like 60 or something) gets up and walks over to the chairs and sits down. He motions for me to sit next to him. And I knew then that he was my husband.

(Cue screaming)

I woke up to my alarm, feeling sick to my stomach, relieved that it was only a dream, but still agitated. I laid in bed for a bit, breathed and got up and in the shower.

Though even now as I think of this ridiculous dream it still gives me anxiety. Why couldn't I have had a crazy dream like my roommate Katie who sold pot to Shaun White? That would have been a lot more interesting, and less stressful!