No more wine before bed

I had a glass of wine with a very late dinner, and I had the funkiest dreams last night. I woke up every 20 minutes or so and had the most unfitful rest ever. I dreamed that I was away some place for a guy friend's wedding, and then he told me he was in love with me and wanted to call off his wedding. I was like whatever, I work for the rescue squad, and went off to my job at the rescue squad station. Instead, I ended up at this carnival-type thing where there were a bunch of photo booths and roller coasters and lo and behold, my favorite ex was just sitting around on some couches chillin' with one of his friends, who mysteriously vanished during the course of my dream. I was wearing my glasses. (I never wear my glasses.) I remember I was wearing my glasses because when he leaned in to kiss me, they fogged up, and I pushed them back on my nose after he said, "Will you marry me?" We hadn't seen each other in years. He must've been thinking about it. I pretended I didn't hear him because he said it so softly, but then he repeated himself and I was forced to answer. I must have said yes because I soon started receiving text messages from all of my friends and agonizing over who to invite to my wedding and who my bridesmaids were gonna be and how I was gonna keep it small. Shortly thereafter, there was an announcement that one of my 23 year old lady friends was going to get married to her 21 year old beau, and I thought, "Gosh... they're so gonna get a divorce bc a 21 year old guy is going to wanna go out and go crazy bc he hasn't done it yet." And then I realized, "Whoah... I'm way too young to get married. Even if Mr. X is older than me." And then I woke up.

Dude, I don't even want to get married anytime soon. And it freaks me out that I dreamed I was gonna marry an old ex, who has been out of my life for a long time.