Edmonton Wedding Photographer | Haunted by Recurring Nightmare!

I still vividly remember my Mother finding me sitting on top of the laundry hamper in the second story bathroom of my childhood home. It was still dark out and I was terrified. I was still little enough to sit on top of one of those hard metal hampers covered in vinyl that were all the rage back in the eighties. You know, the ones that weight 12 lbs without so much a pair of fruit of the looms inside. If I could curl up on top of that thing, I was a much younger self.

Perhaps it was so long ago that my Mother doesn't even remember the event in question. I am not a very young self anymore.

The dream went like this. I was walking down the road and a big dog was chasing me. He was big and furry and looked like a wolf and he had gigantic teeth.

Fast forward eleventyseven years and you will find that I own a husky, named Boris. I was obviosly not quite as scarred by this dream as you might think, considering that I so vividly remember the dream.

Now.

Picture me having another dream, at least once a weak. It is so scary, little kids might even wet the bed.

It goes like this....

I am an all grown up version of myself, just like now. The phone rings, and I awnser. It is a call about an emergency wedding. A wedding planner tells me that the photographer is gravely ill and my services are required. IMMEDIATELY. I jump in my truck, race to the wedding and can't find it. I call the wedding planner and all of a sudden a rock wall in a very remote area of Newfoundland moves and a road appears. I follow the road down a winding road, down the hill and to a parking lot of a golf course. There are people everywhere. There are more DSLR cameras than I have ever seen. Brad and Angelina are there with all of their kids, Ben and Jenn with little Violet....I am quite confused. Newfoundland is very beautiful and has wonderful people, but isn't exactly known for its celebrity population...

Suddenly, I hear a rapping on the window and turn my head to see a frantic looking lady with a clipboard and a headset motioning for me to get out of the car.

I get out and she gives me the low down. Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are getting married (Aren't they already married?!?!) and the photographer is sick. There is paparazzi everywhere. They look like when you move a log and all the bugs scatter. Could I please step in.

At this point the dream skips a little bit. I have realized this is not a golf course, it is their house. I am not a Tom Cruise fan. I really was not a fan long before the Oprah episode where he clearly displayed the fact that he had lost his mind. He just doesn't float my boat. I am totally sure the feeling would be mutual.

The wedding is about to start and there is a full orchestra playing as we all wait breathlessly to see young Katie come down the aisle to seal her fate...errr....tie the knot?

That's when it becomes a nightmare! MY CAMERA BREAKS. In all of my rushing to get to the emergency wedding, it seems I have run off without any sort of back up, short of the Canon Powershot camera that I have stowed in the glove compartment of my truck for taking photos of the kids at Chuck E. Cheese.

Well now this is always where the dream ends and thank goodness for small favors. The very last part of every dream is this.

I am at Safeway. I look at the magazine rack. People Magazine. "Fraud- Professional Photographer Uses Point and Shoot Camera" WITH A GIANT PHOTO OF ME WITH A PANICKED LOOK ON MY FACE LOOKING AT THE LCD SCREEN OF THE LITTLE CAMERA.

Wish me good night, and good luck. I don't want to spend any more nights with the TomKat.

xoxoxoxo
Amy