Panic attack

I am starting to have the following nightmares about my wedding day:

(a) my make-up artist failed to turn up on the wedding morning and I had to do my own hair and make-up (disaster);

(b) I snoozed the alarm too many times so that when I woke up it was already 11.30, as opposed to 8.15 when I was supposed to get up (disaster);

(c) while I walking down the aisle, I tripped over my oh-so-pretty wedding dress and had the worst belly flop in front of all the guests and made a complete jerk of myself (major disaster).

Panic attack again. I need fresh air.