Is there a dream doctor in the house?
I had vivid dreams in college. I have many journals chock full of colorful details to prove it. However, since law school, interesting dreams are at a premium (most likely attributable to my sporadic sleep schedule, but it's quite possible that law school just sucked the color out of my dreams).

Since graduation (coincidence?), I've been having a slew of crazy dreams. Most of them revolve around the wedding on the surface, but I know there is more to them. Anyone want to help me decipher these things?? Here are a couple examples:

Dream One: Took place during the wedding. The ceremony was fine but the reception was in a very strange and cold place. Like a castle, with cobblestone floors and huge curtains. I couldn't find Travis for several hours. My family members were drinking way too much and passed around all around the reception hall. I found Travis in a corner behind a curtain, very drunk and silly. I wanted to get out of there but he told me he forgot to book a hotel for us. So I left and went to my current bed alone. (This one has repeated with various alterations...mostly revolving around not having a place to go after the wedding).

Dream Two: Woke up one day to my mom telling me that she had changed my wedding date--to that particular day. Went into a panic spiral trying to get everything ready. Didn't have a dress, didn't have flowers, etc. Didn't even have time to shower or get ready at all. Get to the location and find out that no one had told Travis about the change either. He was at work, blissfully unaware that his wedding was happening. Nevertheless, I was told that the show must go on. I woke up right as I was walking down the aisle towards no one.

Dream Three: Similar to dream 2 but this time it was my bridal shower. The plans were set without taking into account something really important that I couldn't get out of. Instead of rescheduling the shower, my friends and family went on without me.

Dream Four (last night): Travis got really sick right before the wedding. I kept asking people to help me cancel/reschedule things but no one was willing to help. One family member contacted our honeymoon location about it. We would have been able to reschedule the trip but this person was trying to cancel the whole thing. I overheard and rescheduled a couple of days. T got better and we went on the trip. We were in this HUGE resort-type place. We got lost too often and had to request help to find our room. We were incapable of finding it on our own. I spent a lot of time alone, mostly looking for Travis or, alternatively, our room. I ran into an ex-boyfriend and conjured up all kinds of old memories (this part is probably because of the ridiculously movie my sister and I saw Saturday--forgetting sarah marshall). Finally, I escaped the ex and found Travis. A staff member came running to us and told us that Travis had left the door open (how they knew it was T, not sure) and we needed to make sure everything was still there. We went to look for our room for the hundredth time. This time, the staff had put up signs for us--notably to me, though, it had T's first and last name and my first and current last name. We found our room (thanks to the signs) and everything looked like it had been looked through, but nothing was missing.

Any insight? Maybe I should refrain from eating Chex Mix before bed?

I was a little frustrated by last night's dream because, in my waking life, T and I are at a really great place. After many stress-induced fights, we are starting to handle our changing worlds. We even had several non-wedding related dates (I had to point out to him that picking out wedding invitations is not a proper date...especially when we are arguing). After our engagement picture session on Friday, he took me to a very nice dinner. Then, yesterday, we went blueberry picking and to see Kung Fu Panda on the IMEX. My subconscious needs to chill too.