Bizaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare.

Dream last night.

A quick background: A few weeks ago, I had a dream about re-marrying my husband. Not because of any separation or anything like that - but for some specific benefit (not sure what). So it wasn't just a renewal of vows, it was an actual contracted/licensed marriage (hey, it's a dream, it doesn't have to make sense). Additional background: Our actual 10th anniversary is tomorrow, and that coming up did play into the first dream (though I can't recall exactly how).

Anyhow - last night's was the actual wedding for this, only it wasn't the hubby who was to be the groom, it was someone else (it wasn't until I woke up that I remembered this was a change from the first dream). It was a particular person from high school, but not sure why him. Anyhow, it was in a pretty run-down church under some renovations, so I was waiting in a very unbecoming room near the front. When I was supposed to make my entrance, I just kinda walked around from the side of the stage/platform, stopped before the steps, everyone hummed the wedding march (I hate that song, FYI), and I went up the steps, and was surprised to see that I did have a wedding party there - I only expected groomsmen. Anyhow, noticeably absent? The groom. We looked for him through the building and another groomsman (his younger brother, if I recall correctly) called his cell phone - he wasn't coming.

By this time, the "Wait, I don't have a marriage license anyhow. Wait, I'm already married, so it wouldn't have good anyhow. What the heck am I doing?" thoughts all came to mind, so we just shrugged and went about our business. And a construction crew (remember the renovations?), ticked off (perhaps that there wasn't gonna be a reception?), chased me halfway through the building. I found a group of my friends, who pulled down a panel in the ceiling to hide me in (for some reason, this seemed familiar - in the dream, I had the recollection of hiding in a similar location on the other side of the church, though I don't remember *why*), where we found a boy with a bunch of toy cars similar to ones that Patrick has (though this wasn't Patrick, it was just some kid). Got the boy and his cars down. Construction crew apparently gave up the chase. Found the hubby asleep somewhere in the church, and wished him a happy anniversary.

So, I then hopped in the car with mom and started looking for my dad. While we were looking for him, I asked what would happen to the catered food - she never really answered (I'm not sure if we even had that lined up, but we passed an exterior construction crew, and that's what brought the question to mind). We finally found my dad wearing a Denver Broncos coat (that would NEVER happen, lemmetellya) - which didn't strike me as odd, so apparently he already had that on - and a fairly ridiculous touristy cowboy hat and boots (that, I could actually picture happening. You'd have had to see him when he got back from a business trip to New Mexico to understand).

And then, like nothing had happened, I went to work. Apparently, I'm a cashier at Dollar General, where I went still in the wedding dress, and started bagging someone's items. In paper, even (though we only had two of those bags, so we had to use plastic for the rest).

Strange, strange, strange.