The dreams have started!

I dreamt last night that we were going to our interview at the Embassy, but I didn't realize until we got there that I had forgotten *everything*. No passports, no marriage certificate, not even any forms! And they stamped our hands with a black marker (sort of like getting cut off at a party!) and we had to WALK home! London to Ely is quite a walk, let me tell you! 

Well, at least it was the black marker! Black goes with anything. Imagine if it had been purple or orange! 

 

Or red!
It would be like the Scarlet Letter.... 

Oh No!  Your mind must be peeling over everything!  What a relief to wake up and find out it was a dream!

I'm glad that I'm not the only one who worries!  It doesn't make me NOT worry, but at least I feel it's normal.