Commence Wedding Nightmares

Okay, nightmare might be a little strong of a word, but I'm a bride, cut me a little slack, mmkay?

I don't dream. When I'm taking anti-depressants, I remember MORE of my dreams, likely because I'm more relaxed & sleep better, but for all intents and purposes, I live under the idea that I have too much anxiety & sleep too poorly to really dream much. My dad doesn't dream either, so it's genetic...yeah, that's it...

Well last night, I had a dream about our wedding bands. Saturday, we spent what seemed like hours, but was probably only one, at Jared's working with the lovely Sharon--the customization specialist who did our engagement rings--to design our bands.

All I can say is that it's contoured, had no gem stones and  has more than 1 color of gold

Source: antiquejewelrymall.com via Jessi on Pinterest

I'm sure you have an idea of what my dream was about right? They came back wrong. Rather significantly wrong at that, and as I think about it, I "notice" even more wrong with what came back than I had in the dream itself!! Now, I trust Sharon completely--I never even looked at the wax when I was ordering Ellie's ring because it was a hassle to get to Plymouth & she had spent so much time working on the original that I felt secure in her judgement. The fact that they needed to take my engagement ring to ensure the proper contour didn't even come up in this dream--apparently I only notice that when awake, and another ring Ellie got me is an okay temporary replacement.

Is this what a wedding does to a girl? Am I going to go more crazy the closer we get? Dear gods I hope not.