There was stuff that happened at the beginning, but the part I remember most is getting engaged to this girl. I don't know who she was. I'd never even kissed her before. In my dream, she was a friend, but I don't even know if my dreamstate gave her a name. I probably couldn't pick her out of a lineup, either, I have never met her before. I also can't remember if I asked her or if she asked me. I think I asked her.
Anyway, we were having our wedding as a casual get together of a bunch of moderately confused folks, me wrestling with inner conflict (Aren't you against marriage? Why are you REALLY marrying this girl? Will this mess things up or will it not really change things at all? Will this even be legally binding since gay marriage isn't acknowledged in Texas?). It was nighttime, and the thing took place at my house (but it wasn't my house, YOU KNOW HOW DREAMS GO).
The master of ceremonies took her sweet time doing the actual marrying. It felt like an eternity of the chick stumbling over words, explaining things that didn't need explaining, the whole time me feeling the nervous swoops of my stomach saying "this is a bad idea, this is a bad idea, this is a bad idea..." There was this whole solemn, silent feel to the whole thing, not your usual "joyous occasion" that weddings usually are. We weren't even dressed up special, we were wearing normal clothes.
And then it was over and I was married. I remember the ring really well, because it was kind of odd. It was simple, a band with a diamond on it. The diamond was real, but the band was plastic and silver colored. And it was a little bit too big, it kept sliding around.
At the reception, which took place on the upstairs balcony right above the kitchen (?) the ceremony had taken place in, the girl I married (my wife?)'s brother came by with a rifle, and she told me he was kind of unbalanced and I should run. So I did, I ran through lots of backyards with dogs barking at me as I managed to leap tall fences in a single bound to get away from the dude that was shooting at me. (Side note here: Usually in dreams where I'm trying to run away from a murderer, I run slow as molasses, like I can't get going at all. In this one, I was Speedy McSpeederson, easily jumping over the fences and running like crazy.) Eventually the brother and the girl both caught up to me, and I didn't die, we talked it out, but after that I woke up and I can't remember what we talked about.
SO. Thoughts? Interpretations? It seems like there were ass-loads of dreamish symbolism in there, but I'll be damned if I know what any of it is.