Last night I dreamt that it was "the big day," you know, the day that symbolizes the beginning of the rest of my life (or the end of it, depending on who you ask) and absolutely nothing was ready. I was trying to set up a tent in my parent's backyard in Davidson and it was raining, dark and muddy, and I already had on my wedding dress, which had mud and grass stains at the knees. The tent's cover was dark blue and had "Blockbuster" written in yellow all over it. The priest was nowhere to be found, nor was the groom.
If anything, at least my real wedding can't come close to being that disastrous....right?
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