I’ve stressed dreamed since some point during high school.
In high school, I would dream that I’d get a report card and I would have all F’s and D’s on the report. I would dream that I was being attacked by dogs during exams.
In college, even though report cards weren’t a thing and we’d just go online to check our grades and transcripts, I would dream that I’d failed classes.
When I first started teaching fitness, I’d dream that I was late to class (huge no-no) or that Yoga music would come on for a Zumba class.
I’ve stress dreamed (dreamt?!) that I’ve shown up late for races, another thing that could screw up a race day in a heart beat.
And now, I’m stress dreaming about the wedding. The last few nights have been horrible. Absolutely horrible. And it’s not because I have a single doubt in my mind about this guy…
…Pictured here holding a knife he just added to our Zombie Apocalypse bag. (Seriously, and I have not seen him beam like this or talk about any object like this since the last fancy pocket knife I bought him.)…
But it’s more because I want everyone to have a good time. I want to look pretty. I want everyone to have enough food. And I want for us to have good memories of the day we got married.
So last night, I dreamt that the day was here, my shoes had not yet arrived in the mail, and that I had no one to help me the day of.
Eek! I talked it over with a planner who happened to come into my office at work, and she eased my worries a little bit.
But what I need is to chill chill chill, have a tea, and hear about your stress dreams.
What do your stress dreams revolve around?