wedding day nightmare

oh kids.
i had my first wedding nightmare.
and it was awful.it took me half the day to shake it off.
i dreamed i was in hawaii, but getting married in the most awfullest hotel lobby ever, all done up in maroon paint and this awful, awful rose-patterened wallpaper.
people kept disappearing. the florist never showed. the officiant had a curly, gray mullet. my sister kept wanting to walk down the aisle with these giant pencils in her hands instead of flowers--insisting that "no one will notice!" they were the kind of novelty pencils you get in like second grade with garfield on the side or a map of the united states . . . they're like a foot and a half long and don't fit in regular pencil sharpeners . . . you know the kind.
then i couldn't find my dad. and the organ player started playing "here comes the bride" which will be expressly prohibited from my real wedding and i started to have a meltdown about the song. my dad suddenly appeared and began forcing me down the aisle. my friend had already gone down, and sooz, with her pencil idea, was gone.
i believe it was then that i woke up, covered in sweat.
william was already awake for the day and told me i'd been thrashing like crazy.
another friend tells me it's too early for these dreams--and that there are plenty to come.
great.