last night my sleep was plagued with odd, bizarre dreams.

first i dreamt that i was getting married– like in a few minutes. i was wearing a red gown of some sort, red tights and i couldn’t find my shoes. it seems i had forgotten that very important part of my attire. sadly, i couldn’t just skip the shoes because my red wedding dress didn’t go all the way to the floor. i was freaking out and everyone was trying to find me some shoes. apparently, i had some shoes but when i got them i had planned on wearing white. because the wedding shoes i had were these sqaure-toed, 3-inch heeled jobbers and they were bright, bright white. i freaked out some more because i couldn’t wear white shoes with a red dress and red tights. sister #3 and i were digging through all the shoes i owned– which in the dream was a lot (in reality, not so much). i had at least 7 pairs of red shoes and we were just trying to find the ones that matched the dress the closest. i wanted the red chuck taylor high tops. she wanted some sort of strappy sandal. i don’t think we ever settled on a pair.

i also dreamt of having sex with kirsten dunst in the shower.