Dream a little dream...

Okay, this is from the night before last, but it still weirds me out.

I was getting married. I don't know to who, but I was in a small function room of some type, not too different to the upstairs of the Yellow Griffin. I was wearing a loose silk dress, which was either black or dark green (it changed colours halfway through) and these little ankle boots, and my hair was pinned up. I was very excited, but just before things were due to start, we realised that we'd left the organising to people who couldn't organise, and the room had to be rearranged before anything could happen...

Things got a bit jumbled after that - there was one scene where I was walking down a number of roads, looking for something or someone, still in my wedding dress.

It was a very pretty dress?