Bridezilla dress dream

I had my first, and hopefully my last bridezilla dream this morning. I was at my own wedding, thinking “Wow, this has been so easy. Everything’s done, now I get to just relax and enjoy myself.” I was going through a list in my head, making sure everything really was done when I suddenly realized I had forgotten to pick up my cake and dress. I rushed down the street to the cake place. Everything was ready, but the baker told me she was allergic to fat, which made me very worried the cake would be awful. How can you make a good cake if you can’t even take a taste of your creation? You’d have no idea if it was good or not. Then I rushed over to the dress place. A young, fresh out of college designer had made my dress for me. I had emailed him my measurements but I hadn’t had a fitting yet and there were just 20 minutes until the ceremony was supposed to begin. He brought out the dress. It was a layered muslin dress, mostly cornflower blue with under layers of plum and what looked like silver safety blanket. It was ugly, terrible, but I thought, oh well, just grin and bare it. I tried it on and was thankful that it actually fit right. I started to say “one disaster diverted” but when I took a look in the mirror, the dress had turned into a really, REALLY scary fairy dress, complete with sproingy antennas sticking out the sides made from pipe cleaners and pom-poms. That was the moment I woke up. I really hope this is the last wedding nightmare I have. I don’t want to look like Stevie Nicks at my wedding (sorry Stevie).