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Last night I dreamed that today was my wedding day. Which is ludicrous. I’m single. But it was definitely today because I was stressed about the giant zit that I currently have and the interview with a graphic designer that I did have. On the morning of my wedding day. Turns out I can do it all!

So I was on my way to my graphic designer meeting and I was making frantic phone calls. I need to organise this, I needed to organise that. I had delegated people all sorts of jobs, like flowers, cake, food, chairs… This wedding was pretty damn impromptu it seems!

I arrived at the meeting (which remember, I did actually have this morning) with the woman I’d never met. She was very average looking with brownish shoulder length puffy hair. Kind of badly dressed too. I rushed through it and then had an epiphany! This woman was nice enough, I could invite her to the wedding… and get her to organise stuff for my wedding like every other guest was! You want to come to my wedding? You damn well pull your weight, it seems! So I sent her an email from my iPhone.

“Dear random lady,

You were nice. Would you like to come to my wedding this afternoon?

Love Samantha

PS: I need a hoop underskirt for my wedding dress! Can you please go buy one and bring it to me?”

I sent this while walking down a street wearing Bobby’s wedding dress. Thanks for the loan Bobby, I guess that was my ‘borrowed’, huh?

I ran into Dad. He started talking about my ex. So I guess I wasn’t marrying him. Funny thing is, I have NO idea who I was marrying! Hardly seemed important, really. And I had a rant about the zit on my cheek and how I needed a make up artist but how would they ever cover it up?! Serious bridezilla behaviour!

So I found Bobby, Jess & Jessy on a street. I told them they were still my bridesmaids but I had given up on Sarah because she wouldn’t pick a dress. Sounds perfectly feasible actually. So I walked them to a dress store, told them to pick a different coloured dress each, asked them to text me pictures and left them there with a cheery “see you at my wedding!”

I went off still trying to organise a million other things, it was now about 5pm. I wasn’t excited or anything, just stressed about organising all this stuff!

Suddenly, I felt I was waking up and I cottoned on that this was a dream. But I really wanted to see what dresses the girls had chosen so I made a text come through and looked at it. It was a gorgeous spaghetti strap sort of satiny material dress. It was short with a scalloped hem and the lower parts of the skirt were covered in silver beading. A long flowy tulle fell from the waist to the floor with an opening/split over the left leg. It was very, very pretty! Bobby chose ruby red, Jess chose emerald green and Jessy chose sapphire blue. So very, very pretty!

So I accepted that I needed to wake up and check the time to actually get to the meeting. So I woke up.

Funniest thing was, when I got to my meeting, it was totally the woman from my dream! But I’m not getting married this afternoon. Well, actually, it is only 1.20pm?!

Do you know what actually makes me sad? I will never own a dinosaur… This is actually a thought that really does consume some of my time! I really, really want a dinosaur. Do you know, once, I was home alone and I heard a weird sound out the backyard. In the nanoseconds it took me to process what I heard, my brain decided that it was a raptor. In my backyard. Now realise, I fully believed this thought. In my mind, it was 100% fact. So I was super-excited. Like, every one of my wildest dreams had just come true. I had a raptor, my very own raptor, in my backyard. It was a tarp blowing in the wind. The sound, it wasn’t a raptor. I just thought I should clarify that in case anyone got over excited and started emailing me offering me money in exchange for my raptor before getting to the end of my story. So in the ensuing nanoseconds, I was imagining the new awesomeness that was my new raptor-filled life. Seriously, just imagine for a second, that you had your own raptor. I hope you’re as excited as I am otherwise I might just start sounding ridiculous. But I was imagining how to tether the thing, I mean I couldn’t just have it running around Brisbane. Then I imagined riding it around Brisbane, because it can’t just run amok around the city, but my raptor and I could totally have our own shenanigans. You know, raptors are OK under adult supervision, and I am a twentysomething. I was going to be famous for having a pet raptor. But the fame would never get to my head. I mean really, it would just be a way to pay the raptor feeding bill. Whatever that would be… I didn’t name my raptor. I didn’t get that far. Because it was a tarp blowing in the wind. I don’t have a raptor.