Trouble Sleeping

It seems that all of those "always a bridesmaid, never a bride" jokes have infiltrated my subconscious. Last night I dreamed that I was in a wedding for someone I didn't even know. (I spent most of the dream complaining that I had never met the bride before the rehearsal.) And, worst of all, the dress was pink satin with vertical stripes. Vertical stripes?!? Obviously, you can imagine how traumatic this was. I didn't quite wake up in a cold sweat, but I did not wake up in a good mood. And, for those of you wondering, I do indeed have the most transparent subconscious ever. I have a recurring dream about "emotional baggage" wherein I spend the entire time packing my clothes into actual luggage. There's no need for Freud at my house.