Weddings and Blinds, Dreamed 4-28-11

The royal wedding was taking place in a random church in the United States. There were no guards present and no spectators lining the street. I was outside watching the procession into the church since my wedding was going to be there next.

They walked a bison into the church for some part of the ceremony. The bison started freaking out and people were frantically trying to escape. I ran and hid in a dugout on the other side of a fenced in field to watch the mayhem. One of the solutions they had come up with was to bring in another bison to see if it calmed the first one down. It didn't help, watched the chaos with binoculars.

My friend called and asked if that was my wedding causing such a ruckus. I told him no. My brother was also hiding with me. My parents came and found us.

I was in some sort of mall. There was a guy in front of me carrying 4 sets of window blinds. There were also two girls with a shopping cart nearby. He dropped a set and one of the girls picked it up and put it in her shopping cart. I mentioned to her that those weren't hers and she should return them. The other girl didn't realize what had happened and though the blinds belonged to her and her friend. I managed to return the blinds to the guy and ended up helping him carry them to the catacombs under the store.

Downstairs there was a bar. Two people sitting at the bar were holding microphones and singing in weird voices. I saw a friend of mine in the bar but it was now in the back of the bus.

A Toast to a Job Well Done... Sort of, Dreamed 4-22-11

I had broken into the apartment of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. I was there to set a trap. The were part of a rival gang. I covered their desk with candles containing explosives that were set to go off and kill the couple.

The other people helping me and I opened some champagne to celebrate. The glasses we were drinking out of were made of wax and started to deform while we were using them.

Later my team and I had to come back to the apartment to check and see if our trap had worked. The explosives (which were actually fireworks at this point)had gone off but didn't cause any damaged. We were very disappointed. While we were up there we got word that the landlord was on her way up to the apartment so we had to get out fast. (The landlord was the director of a musical I was in in real life.)

I was in charge of getting rid of the evidence so I put the candles in my purse. When I tried to lift it, the purse was too heavy to carry. I dumped out some of the contents (which were random odds and ends) in the top drawer of the desk. I escaped by driving my car down the steps and through the alleyway gate.