So I usually have really vivid dreams. Dreams that seem so real that when I wake up, I’m confused as to which life is real for a split second. and that can be a little unnerving. Last night I had a dream that I was getting married. Sounds awesome, right? Wrong. In this dream, I had planned out every single detail. Sent the invitations, booked the venue, hired the caterer, dj, florist, had a dress, a honeymoon booked, bridesmaids, the whole shebang. But no groom. none. At the end of this dream, I got in a huge dream fight with my dream parents because I refused to name the guy I was marrying. Mostly because there wasn’t one. What I really can’t figure out though, is if there ever was a groom, or if I assumed there would be one by the time the wedding came (there was not), or if I was crazy. Well, I guess I was crazy either way. But still, disturbing none the less.