87 days...

What better a way to calm those pre-wedding jitters and ease planning stress than a wedding dream where everything goes right?!

Last night I had the most magical wedding in my sleep. Although, it wasn't at the Hall of Springs, I had a hideous veil/headpiece, and Corey was small and frail and had greasy black hair...but it was magical nonetheless.

It was a relief after having a very disturbing I'm-totally-unprepared dream where Tom Petty was chasing me. Luckily, I don't remember the details.