Last night, I had every girl’s worst nightmare: In my dream, I was left alone at the altar. I felt very much like Carrie Bradshaw in the “Sex and the City” movie, when “Big” refuses to marry his bride.
In the bizarre dream, I was ten minutes late to my own ceremony and only had one bridesmaid. I was set to wed “Social Network” actor Andrew Garfield, who never showed or returned my text messages. How lame!
To be fair, I was tardy to the wedding, so I guess this means I too am nowhere near ready to tie the knot with anyone. After all, I can barely manage my own health.
This morning, I begrudgingly marched over to the foot doctor’s office, where I learned that one of my toes is broken. The podiatrist says this should have no affect on my upcoming Italy trip, so that made me happy. I was unwise to put off my appointment for two weeks, but at least I know my toe can heal itself.
Now that we’re on the topic of odd dreams, I had kind of a disturbing dream during my sick day. Due to a horrible migraine and food poisoning, I stayed in bed most of the afternoon. At one point, I dreamed that I saw my father crying and he wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. A half hour later, I woke up to a text from my cousin stating that my uncle had a heart attack. It didn’t take long for me to connect the two. After all, my uncle and dad are brothers, so I definitely think there’s something to the dream. Thankfully, my uncle is all right, but hopefully I won’t have scary dreams of that nature for a while.