Most girls dream of their wedding day from a very early age. The perfectly-coordinated color scheme, the aroma of true love in the air, and (of course) that magnanimous dress all synergize to make for a prime fantasy, but this has never been the case with me. In fact, up until a dream I had the other night, the entire concept never even crossed my mind.

Don’t get me wrong - I want to get married one day. I honestly can’t think of anything more important in life than love, and making a home with someone has always been at the forefront of my mind. I guess I just always looked at a wedding as being more than simply one day - glitter and bells that’s over and done with in five hours. To me, it’s always been seen as a new chapter in life, so why bother fantasizing about it until you find someone worth turning the page for?

That was until a couple of nights ago, when my inner girly-girl came out amidst some good, old-fashioned REM. In this dream, I found myself actually planning my wedding, and it was (in a word) fun. So much fun, in fact, that upon waking, I couldn’t resist logging onto David’s Bridal to start browsing (which, if I may say, does not have a very good selection). But that’s just my opinion. Nevertheless, I was like a kid in a candy store, until the reality that I’m not really planning a wedding set in. Suddenly, I felt a bit foolish.

But I digress. The peticulars of this dream I do not recall, but the flowers stand out most to me. They were a humble yet rich assortment of daisies, and not the hot-pink/purple/orange Gerber kind. Nope, they were the God-given, all-natural blossoms of the earth, adorned with perfectly white petals and yellow centers. For some reason, I’d take those over a bouquet of roses any day. I really don’t know why. I guess they just remind me of spring, my favorite season (also known as “wedding season”).

My beautiful bridesmaids were sunkissed and radiant in light-yellow, A-line dresses (strapless, of course) with an ever-so thin white band hugging their waists. Jeannie was the HBIC (that’s Head Bitch In Charge, for those less acquainted with the Urban Dictionary) as my Maid-of-Honor, and I honestly do not recall who the other girls were. I think one was Mandy, and the others…uh…? Damn, I guess I need to find more girl friends. Maybe my fiance will have a sister or two he can donate to the cause.

The overall vibe of the ceremony was very natural and springy (think wild flowers, Baby’s Breath, and sun rays beaming through the church windows). I think I just might go with that theme if the day ever comes. The only thing that was missing was my dress (funny, you’d think that would be the first thing on my mind). But after some casual online browsing, I think I have an idea of what I’d like it to look like (an idea which, I’m sure, will change over the coming years).

First off, since the good Lord saw it fit to properly “endow” me, the top would have to be V-necked or sweetheart shaped to do any good at all. A “uni-boob” is most unflattering (all my “busty babes” know what I’m talking about). Secondly, I’m leaning towards strapless, as it provides the sex without being slutty. Some nice lace or pearl embroidery would also be key.

Finally, if (when the time comes) I still manage to have maintained somewhat of a figure, the dress will have to be form-fitting. Browsing through the catalogues, it’s astonishing how “in” the poofy, Cinderella look is nowadays, but none of it appealed to me. I want my gown ever-so slightly hugging my frame, with a train that trails just barely behind my feet. Add in a low-cut back, and just the thought of it makes me feel like a princess.

Actually, just writing all of this kind of makes me want to cry. I know, I know, I’m being silly, but if you think about it, all of this planning for nothing is pretty silly too. But a girl can dream, can’t she? In fact, I think the only thing I haven’t planned out was the music of the day. Maybe I’ll get a mini-orchestra to play Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’” during the Communion procession. I got that idea from “The Wedding Singer.”

I’m sure God loves Journey.