In last night's dream two odd fragments happened. One being I drove a truck. Why is that odd? Well, I don't drive. I get panic attacks being behind the wheel. It wasn't always like that long ago but it is now. Anyway, in the dream I'm driving a truck -- a stick-shift no less -- up and down hills like I'm one of the family members of the Dukes of Hazzard. I seemed to have enjoyed flying over hills and landing down-slope with a satisfying front-fender crunch.
In the second odd fragment I got married. To a woman. Seriously. She was in her early twenties, blonde, blue-eyed, with long flowing hair. The wedding was in a beautiful park, a public one I think. Lots and lots of white flowers around. The decoration color theme was white and gold. Doves were released. It was a rather cool wedding actually. Mind you, it was a marriage of convenience from what I remember, but still, it was very odd to see a wedding ring on my finger.