M.O.H Nightmare!

I have very vivid dreams, and always have.  This morning, I way overslept and then woke up SO GROGGY following a super crazy Maid-of-Honour dream.  In September, one of my BFFs ("Quin") is getting married, and it's my first time as an "M.O.H".  Typically around the beginning of August, I begin to have Back to School Nightmares... but I suppose the wedding has been on my mind instead of back to school!

I just need to write this dream out, because it was just so odd and funny and stressful, and I also think Quin will get a kick out of reading about it.

So, in this dream... we were on our way to the wedding venue, I was being driven there by Quin's parents.  It was around 12 noon or so, and I started to have a panicked feeling just as we arrived at the venue.  I realized that I did not have my dress with me, and that I forgot to pack the right bra or shoes... and I was flustered and was trying to explain that we had to turn around and get my dress.  But then, no one wanted to leave the venue to drive me to get my dress -- and I suddenly remembered that fortunately, my dress was at my mom's place (closer to the wedding than my condo).  However, that still wasn't going to solve the bra or shoes issue!

I was trying to get someone to help me, because the wedding was supposed to be at four... but then Quin's mother was saying, "No, the wedding ceremony is at 2:30, there is NO TIME to get your things, we will have to just move on without them".  Well, easier said than done since I was the MAID OF HONOUR!  No DRESS?!  No SHOES?!  No strapless BRA?!  (I was of course wearing some extremely inappropriate pink-strapped bra that would have been very gaudy even if my mom did bring my dress in time!).

THEN, I also realized that my hair wasn't done and that I didn't have any make-up on.  And time was speeding up and the other bridesmaids were all ready to go.  My hair was pulled back in a messy bun with my bangs back in a bobby pin... typically, my "cottage hair", haha.  I was devestated and was begging the other bridesmaids to at least put on a hair straightener for me!

The dream suddenly sped ahead, and we were at the reception (ahh, dreams, so cray-cray).  It was then, me in my dress (I guess my mom got it to me?), slightly messy but straightened out hair, no make-up and no shoes (lol, yipes!) that Quin's mom was saying things like, "Well, I think that went just fine.  There's not really any reason to do this again in September.  August 5th is a perfectly fine anniversary date."

SO... turns out all the panic was for some sort of very elaborate REHEARSAL dinner... over a month before the wedding (wut?!)... and then Quin was trying to convince her mom that no, they couldn't cancel the September wedding because there were many guests who were coming then that were not able to come on August 5th...

And just to add some more absurdity, an educational assistant from my school was there beside Quin, giving her encouraging looks about still having the September wedding.

Thankfully... I woke up.  But talk about STRESSFUL!  So, Quin, that dream has now guaranteed that when your wedding day finally arrives I will a) make sure my hair is done (appointment is already made, haha), b) have each and every piece of my outfit there.  There's no way I'm going to forget the stress of "not being ready" for my M.O.H duties!

A Nightmare

I have intensely vivid dreams.  Other than the fact that outlandish things happen in them sometimes, they are very often very realistic.  Sometimes after dreaming, I wake up feeling completely unrested, as if I didn't just get the 8 hours of sleep that I did. 

Well, I just had a terrible nightmare.  One of those ones you wake up from, with your heart racing, thanking GOD it was "just a dream! just a dream! OMG, it was just a dream!".

The Nightmare ('AWAKE ME' NOTES in italics are me, explaining what makes it so real!)

I'm in the library at my school.  I'm focused, and am preparing for an interview I have later that same day at noon. (AWAKE ME: I have an interview at noon tomorrow, really).  The teacher I'm currently covering a maternity leave for comes to the library, it's wonderful to see her and we catch up and chat for a few minutes about her new babies (she had twins, in real life, too).  I continue working sooo hard, so happy to know I might have a job again in September at my same school.  I interact with a few other co-workers, etc.

The bell rings for morning recess, and I happen to glance outside the window.  My heart DROPS.  I realize that it was Play Day, and that I did not even GREET my students that morning, do attendence, or take them out to their Play Day leaders.  I'm also supposed to be outside all morning as a supervisor for the event, since I co-planned it. (AWAKE ME: Tomorrow morning IS Play Day, and I am a co-planner and supervisor for it). 

I start to panic in the library.  I start to dry-heave, and feel so irresponsible and shocked that I could EVER let something like THIS slip my mind.  I start to grab all of my notes for my interview, and am racing out the door.  I bump into a particularly uppity co-worker, who tells me, "Oh, THERE YOU ARE.  I want you to know I was covering your CLASS."   I am in a state of shock, and I begin to cry, and I'm begging to know why nobody paged me... and apparently they DID, but I didn't hear it.

I begin to sob and am running downstairs.  I'm remembering how last year I had a very embarrassing incident before an interview with my Principal and Vice-Principal in which my anxiety got so bad right before the interview, combined with end-of-the-year emotions, that I actually began to cry MOMENTS before I was called in for my turn.  This year, I was trying to be SO focused and prepared so that I wouldn't have a repeat of that incident (AWAKE ME: As embarrassing as that sounds, it is 100% a true thing that happened to me last summer -- I'm still so embarrassed by it, even though the minute the real interview began, I stopped crying immediately and launched into my answers with a lot of confidence).

I get down to my classroom, in a blind panic.  I'm sobbing, I'm trying to justify what happened.  I'm HATING myself for being someone who can be so forgetful she blacks out important events she's supposed to be a part of when focused on something else.  (AWAKE ME: While I hope to God it would never go this far, I can be SUPER absent-minded and forgetful at times, and it has scared me before that one day I could forget important things like this -- however, the rational, well-prepared for my job, keeps-a-lot-of-handwrittten-lists-around me also thinks I'd never be capable of something this bad).

Suddenly, a few security people enter my classroom.  My Principal is at my door, blocking it, and looking very ominous.  He says, "Pack your things and get out."

I am sobbing, and begging him to understand, and I'm trying to choke out an explanation -- about being SO focused on preparing for today's interview, about this being the job I care about SO much, about please having another chance.  I am embarrassed, and feel sick to my stomach, and can't imagine what this means for my career.  I don't know how I'll tell my mother what happened.  I am wishing for a time machine, anything to take me back to before I let a thing like this happen.

The teacher I took over for is in the room too, she tries to explain how awful I feel and that it was a mistake.  My Principal wavers for a moment, he's always liked me and tries to see the mistakes people make as just mistakes, but he is bound.  I left 21 kids completely unsupervised, while in the building, it is just too irresponsible.  He begins to toss my stuff off a shelf in the classroom, into a box.  The teacher I took over for shrugs, and then helps him.

I wake up.

Thank GOD! Just a dream!  Just a dream!  OMG, it was just a dream!