What an Odd Dream...

Somehow I found myself in a familiar setting, perhaps a school, preparing for a mock wedding. I was dressed as Death, complete with a grim hood that draped fully over my face. My mock bride-to-be was this pornstar I didn't recognize. We all got dressed in what seemed like a harem, with naked girls all over the place. My bride was putting on her dress, easily revealing certain pars of her body. I tried to make a pass at her but she shunned me off.

I was escorted to some eerie reception room, with tinted green lights reflecting on the ceiling and rows of tables with collapsable plastic chairs facing the front. I instinctively knew to sat down in the front, the left-most seat on the right side facing the wall. Other people pushed there way in and sat down. I was served some sort of huge, dripping gingerbread-like cookie in some bizarre shape. My hood was completely over my face so nobody could see me, but I could see all of them. I felt like Darth Vader somehow.

More people started to file in, this time people I knew. My friend Dana came in, crouching over so as to not be taller than me, and he thought it would be funny to try and kiss me with my hood on. I didn't think it was a bad idea so I went along with it and it was awkward. Next came Eric Miller. He also thought it would be funny to cry and kiss me, but when we did we touched teeth and that was extremely awkward. We both kind of just pretended like it didn't have or we didn't know what was goin on. Then I think I ate the gingerbread-like dessert.