Fortunately, for me, his 6'1" blond wife, Marie (who I once worked with at the grocery store) wasn't featured. Amazonian bitch. Anyway, we were married, and for some reason, all of the wedding guests were accompanying us to our new home, which I had never seen (and it was somewhere over by Martin (who'd want to live there, ick)). We get there, I'm standing on the threshold, and my spouse steps up to enter the house with me, except it's now Autumn (another red head, to clarify the post subject), one of my closest high schools friends. We kiss (again, ick) and I wake up.
I've had so many strange dreams lately. We'll see what my afternoon nap brings.