320 Days Until the Wedding

Benadryl (or however it is spelled) is a wonderful thing.

I hate a bad dream last night involving wasps. Luckily, in the dream world I can outrun a horde of wasps that are out to get me becasue I accidentally bumped into their hives. After that, I jumped into a body of water and hid under a little bridge; I think the octopus helped scare them away.

See, Steve and I were exploring an old run down house, and I commented that it was full of old wasp hives, too. Suddenly, I could look around and the hives were everywhere. There was a giant hive that was about the size of a human. When walking out, I accidentally bumped a small hive and three wasps came out and chased me. While I was running, I bumped into a much bigger hive, and soon there were wasps everywhere. It was scary.

I'm not really sure how this relates to the wedding, but I really needed to share that. Whew.