I had a huge long bad dream that our wedding venue had decided to host our wedding on a Saturday instead of a Sunday, and then told my mother instead of me, and she didn't tell me until the very day. D: So nobody showed up because it was the wrong day and I didn't have everything ready and Paul was at work and I couldn't get in touch with him so I was afraid he wasn't going to show up and I was trudging around some muddy small town on foot in a wedding dress trying to find wedding paraphernalia. And I was afraid that if I said I couldn't do the wedding that day, that Paul would think I didn't really want to marry him that bad. D: D: D:

Upon waking, I know this dream makes no sense at all, because the venue would have no reason to have contact information for people in another province, such as my mom, so why would they call her? And I couldn't possibly be caught SO off guard by one day's difference when we still have more than a year to prepare. And I would have screamed a lot more at them for randomly changing the day and then made them give me a day I wanted, or something. But the dream was still pretty upsetting.