Weird Dreams Vol. 2

I had a dream the other night (or should I say nightmare?) that it was my wedding day and everything was horrible. It started with me and Gavi waking up (I was marrying Gavi) and I decided it would be a good idea to let him do my hair for the wedding. He started out by running a bunch of mousse through my hair with his fingers. He got that far and gave up, leaving me with wet looking crunchy hair reminescent of Nick Nolte's famous mug shot. So I freaked out and went to the nearest hair salon, but they were full and so was every other salon in town apparently. So, I went back to the place and had my friend Mallory (who was probably the bride's maid) do my hair. She wasn't any better and I ended up having small braids up the front of my hair and pulled back into a big pony tail with lots of hair ties wrapped around it.
I then needed to get dressed in the hideous moth bitten old lacy frock that was my wedding dress but before I could take that plunge I realized I needed to take a pre-ceremony dump. I had to force my way into the bathroom through a group of young teens that were talking about "comp tickets." I soon realized that they were talking about comp tickets for the wedding! I was charging admission to my wedding!
Well, anyway, I woke up before I got to take that dump and realized I really did have to go to the bathroom. But it was only number one.