8-13-09

I'm at a wedding. The bride and groom are exchanging vows. Then I'm the one that's to be married. I'm wearing a wedding gown with puffy sleeves and pearl beads. My groom is smiling and seems enthusiastic about the upcoming nuptials. He resembles the recently disgraced ex-governor of Illinois Rod Blogojevich.

He tells me that he has an insurance payment coming up worth millions. I'm excited about this and yell "We're gonna be rich!" Then he tells me all I have to do is call this number and tell them that...

As he's explaining, I realize it's a scheme and I'm the one taking the risk. I yell, "The wedding's off asshole, get out!"

He leaves and I go around the room to people waiting and tell them the wedding's off. I help myself to cake.

Then I realize I have a science project due to one of the teachers at the school I recently worked at. I tell him it's in a cupboard somewhere I will have to turn it in tomorrow.

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