I had three seperate or three sizable pieces of the same dream that I could easily remember this morning. These all had to do with my marriage :

Part One: I'm riding in a car with my friends from high school. We are driving down W. Michigan Ave. in Kalamazoo. Passengers include myself, Sarah Avril, Tara Rossi, and Alex McDonough. We were celebrating by going out to dinner. The funny thing about this is that while both Sarah and Tara were my friends in high school--Alex was not. Alex just lived down the block from me. He dropped off of my friendship radar around the fifth or sixth grade for several reasons. We had changed schools from one that was a few blocks walking distance around the third grade to one that we were bussed to. Different classrooms, his participation in sports, fostering of different friendships... etc. I don't think I even remember talking to him once in high school. My mother told me, just a few months ago, that he always had problems with school. I don't think I ever knew that.

Part Two: Allison and I are trying to write our vows. We're in a bathroom that doesn't exist in my parents house--due to renovations. We're looking through old picture books through a mirror that plays them like movies. The mirror is this old ugly wooden medicine cabinet that my parents used to own. Most of the movie/pictures revolve around my hairstyles, which according to this dream included Braveheart-esque long flowing locks, and short, curly, black coils with bleached blonde portions. Trust me when I say that neither of these two styles ever happened.

Part Three: My parents and I are trying to get ready for the wedding ceremony. Miles R. is there. He is quizzing my father on the Ouiji board. I distincly remember him using the phrase "vibrationally directed divining rod." He looks really good, but his hair is still in its usual fucked up style. We are eating pasta which is spattering all over my suit. We're also watching PBS, an animated version of the Two Towers, which is also being played-out, live action, around us. Kate Winslet is one of the evil characters and she's interrogating Flash (this guy that used to work with Allison's at the Epic Bistro--he has uncanny resemblence to Elijah Wood. We're all holding huge lances and spears with flags and tapestries hanging from them. I need to get going to the wedding. I can feel I need to leave. My statement is, of course: "It sucks that PBS doesn't have commercials."