More Dreams

I had the most fucked up dream last night.  Way worse than the zombie ones.  I dreamed that I was getting married again, and it was bad.  I was wearing a magenta monstrosity with  super long train.  My hair and make up consisted of lots of glitter and fake flowers and beading off a shirt (don't ask, all I know is that my aunt was removing said beads off a shirt).  The hubster was also wearing a magenta jacket because his black one was too small.  Hair and make up was late and I was getting anxious and upset because everything was running late.  We decided to switch venues for some reason, and I decided to go to the new venue alone, but decided to stop into a Ralph's in full wedding attire to buy the following: a $20 salad from the salad bar, orange juice, balloons, and ice cream.  W-T-F!!!!  I got stuck in traffic.  My hair and make up was still not done.  Everyone was waiting at the new venue.  And to top that all off, Egg Roll could sing.  I so so so wish I could remember what she was singing, but she could sing.  A simple little song in her dog voice.  Maybe I need professional help.  I'm going to chalk it up to be overheated and the resultant dream was really a hallucination.