Since JR shared his dream, I thought I should share the dream I had last night.  I didn't meet Paris Hilton, though.

Brian and I were getting married, and we rented this really nice house with our friends George and Miranda (who just got married in Feb. in the real world).  We went home to get stuff for the wedding, then Brian walked back and I took the bus.  I was carrying my dress and a crate, but when I got off the bus, I left my crate behind.  So I started telling Brian, George, and Miranda about how I would have to track it down.  We went into the living room, where they had turned the couches and chairs around and got out some folding chairs and arranged it so they all faced this alcove that had a little modern fireplace type thing in it.  Then all of a sudden, the chairs were all full, and the Golden Girls were there.  In my dream, I recognized them because one was in my tai chi class.  They all got together to bake us a ton of wedding cakes, which saved us, because we totally forgot to get a cake on our own.  I was sad though, because I didn't know if they made them with ingredients that I could eat, and figured they probably didn't think about it.  Then I decided that it was my wedding and I was going to eat them anyway, so I started just eating a little bit of all of them.  Then I got a little panicked, because everyone was there and we weren't dressed yet and the crate was still on that bus.  I asked Miranda what time we had put on the invitation, and she said it said 3:30.  It was only 10:00 at the time.