i dreamt that it was the "big day" and i missed it. i was flat ironing my own hair hours before and it was coming out horrifically, we didn't have dresses, the photographer didn't take pix of us bridesmaids, and we missed the martini bar. then the wedding ended, and i was suing michael from beckwith pointe for not handling things properly. i think i need to get a life.
as the dream continued, i was on some beach, and roger daltry walked by and i ran after him.
don't you love dreams?
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