From what I can recall....

Date Unknown
Dream took place in a museum for Tim Burton. However, it had a whole bunch of other crazy artist's work there, and hands-on exhibits that looked straight out of the 70s. There was a roof to play dodge ball on, a bar Woody Allen frequented that sold really good burgers, and little miniature food. I was ogling over them for most of the dream.

Sunday morning
I had a dream that I was at my parent's wedding in a huge countryside. R's dad and grandma were there, and we were trying to get a bike to ride to the waterside. We had to wait for one to become available, so we gave him $5, but then he disappeared later. Suddenly, it seemed that we were in a huge bus (it was cheaper to have a wedding there then at a venue.)

My mom, brother and I drove to a farm that from the window I could see was having a weird animal sacrifice with three chickens. Before anything weirder happened we arrived and set foot on the grass, where there were metal clippers holding blades of grass _ I was nervous as I was barefoot. We went inside to use the bathroom, which had a window that overlooked the front lawn. There was a pond there and street signs scattered about. The photographer/farmer came in (I guess it wasn't a bathroom anymore) and R was there. We were getting married, apparently, and he was taking our picture. We cuddled together on the edge of the pond between the street signs that said our names. I was trying to hold my dress up lest I be topless. He didn't have the right camera, but he asked how I liked it and I said this was "Rockin, man" or something stupid like that.

Minutes later The Daily Show came on the TV and showed my embarrassing line. Jon Stewart was gently picking fun at me, my entire name on the screen below. He commended my word usage.

I was excited to be on TV so I went outside and tried to convince my mom to let me drive the bus back to the wedding party to bring them back to see. She said no, cause it would take up gas, that they could walk back here. She said, you can walk over there and tell them. I laughed and asked how I would tell them, "by pantomiming?" I then started to pantomime my actions of getting to the farm....

...and then R woke me up from the dream.

I notice I seem to keep having this moment at the end of my dreams where I try to explain what the dream was about, or remember parts of it. However, since I am technically still unconscious at that time, it is all done through the world of the dream.

Very Inception-like indeed.

Labels: animals, food, jon stewart, museum, recall, wedding

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