The night before was at least a little bit better - that dream involved us somehow having to get married in a last-minute emergency ceremony at a traveling circus that had set up next door to the softball field near our house. The head gypsy was going to perform the ceremony, but while the ponies were busy trampling down the grass in the outfield to make a flat spot for us to stand, all the guests were getting lost in the maze of wagons nearby, and noone could say where they had vanished to.
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Ooooooooh! A gypsy wedding! What a cool idea.