1. I already don't remember exactly what led up to the weirdest part of the dream, but I was at my mom's house. There were a lot of other poeple there. Maybe some family, maybes some friends, and maybe some strangers. I was arguing with a man about being inside the house. He didn't want me there, and for some reason, his wishes actually did have some weight. However, there was a woman there who's wishes held more, because she was an official owner of the home. So I was shit talking and generally being fairly rude to this man and told him that if the woman told me to leave, I would, but not before then. She didn't ask me to leave; she and I were on the same side, whatever that meant. So then the man is standing just outside the open door, the woman and I and some others are inside, and the woman picks up a handgun. She's just sort of messing around with it and trying to figure out exactly how it works, I think, when it goes off. The man I'd been snotting off to falls through the open doorway into the house and he's got a small, bloody hole in his forehead. He says something like, Isn't anyone going to call the ambulance? I'm suddenly freaking out and feeling really, really guilty about snotting off to him just minutes before, and wondering if I'll be in any trouble for this accident.
I don't remember anything else about this one, and it's completely clear that regardless of my rudeness, I would obviously not be responsible for shooting the man, but I was terrified nonetheless.
2. This one happened after I went back to sleep from the dream I just described. Again, I don't remember all the details, but I think I remember more than the last one. Somehow, I'd been invited (or maybe I was someone's "plus one," or maybe I was even just a friend of someone working the event) to a huge, fancy, winter wedding. Lots of elaborate, jewel-toned dresses, black tuxes, British accents, gold filigree and champagne. My aunt was there as a guest, but she was sort of in the background for most of it and also provided some of the food because she's a wonderful cook. Before the wedding started, I remember being in the home of someone directly involved with the wedding (I think I was spending the weekend there or something rather than getting a hotel room, which would mean that I was welcome to be there, at least at some point) and there were at least five Persian cats there, all of whom had been dyed to match the dresses, so there were magenta, emerald and navy colored kitties everywhere. I wasn't grossed out by it, though. I remember being surprised at how nice I thought it looked. Fast forward to after the wedding, during the reception. I was in a big, elaborate hotel/event center place where the wedding had been and where all the guests were now partying it up. I was sitting around a big fountain/hot tub thing and there were a bunch of dudes there that were in the wedding or something like that. Somehow, I ended up naked and they were pointing and laughing at me and generally behaving like immature, high school age, asshole boys. Then, out of nowhere, this huge group of bad ass chicks came out, handed me a robe, and proceeded to show off their martial arts skills and kick the asses of every dude there.
And that's all I've got on that one.
3. This one happened last night. One of my best friends from high school was getting married, but his fiance couldn't be at the wedding, so he needed a stand-in. Not sure how I ended up being that person, but I was (and for that matter, I don't know why anyone would ever have a stand-in at their own wedding--I mean, wouldn't you just cancel/postpone it?!). I went through the whole wedding, complete with rings, vows, friends and family, pretending to be the woman he was marrying. I feel like some people knew I was merely a stand-in, but some didn't, so I had to really play up the role. My actual boyfriend and mom were at the reception area, which was at a high school (hilarious) with a huge, indoor soccer/football field and hot tub and outdoor swimming pool. Everyone from high school was there, but few of them would speak to me. They knew I was just a stand-in, and the ones I wasn't real friends with wouldn't even look at me. I wanted to hang out with them and be a part of the group, but I wasn't. That happened to me sometimes for real in high school, so it was a familiar feeling. I eventually saw a photo of the real bride, and was annoyed that she wasn't super attractive but that my best dude friend had fallen for her anyway. She was accomplished in her career, and I knew this only from the fact that I read a snippet about her favorite white business suit. I don't even remember making eye contact with the groom after the vows or getting a thank you for being the stand-in. I woke up feeling like a loser who, in almost 30 years of life, has accomplished nothing.
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