Last night I had my first sign of wedding anxiety. It happened while I slept.

I had a dream about the ceremony, and absolutely everything was going wrong. We were running several hours late, so it was starting to get dark. “If we don’t have the ceremony soon,” I said to dream Andreas, “No one will be able to see us!”

We hadn’t rehearsed and didn’t really know what we were doing, so we just sort of wrastled everyone into one area, and quickly did the ceremony. I’d forgotten my vows, so I good naturedly made something up on the fly. Then it was time to exchange rings. I leaned over to Andreas. “Do we have the rings?” We’d totally forgotten to bring them, so I laughed and said to the crowd, “Sorry everyone: we forgot the rings!” No one really cared.

Then it was time for dinner…and it started raining. In the dream, I laughed again and hustled everyone inside, where we ate while standing and milling about. Then someone asked me if they could have a drink, and I realized we’d forgotten to get any alcohol. Strangely, I wasn’t totally freaking out in the dream…just sort of rolling with the punches and laughing at it all.

The strange thing is that planning this wedding has been a total breeze. We’re keeping things so simple that there’s really been nothing to freak out about. Sure: there are logistics to figure out and supplies to collect, and arrangements to be made, but there’s no high stress vendor madness, no tantrums over unacceptable floral arrangements, no crazed reservations with party tent suppliers. I can only imagine what a mess my dreams would be if I was throwing that sort of wedding.

‘Tis a gift to be simple!