It was my wedding day, we were somewhere along the coast at a park and somehow time got away with me. I looked at the clock and it was 20 minutes to 6pm, guests had arrive almost 2 hours ago! I looked out the window and they were mingling and eating and drinking, but I wasn't ready at all and couldn't find what I needed to wear. I kept grabbing odd things like arm warmers and socks.
I ran outside away from the guests and called the photographer who wasn't there. His girlfriend answered and told me he was at a golfing trip in San something-or-other and was laughing at me!
My groom wasn't exactly lost but wasn't in the dream either.
And I thought I wasn't stressing.