marriage, hotels and undies

I know it was longer but I remember it starting here... it was like I woke up and I was married to this guy. We had just gotten married actually, and were with a group of people at his folks house I'm thinking. The group of people were either co-workers, from a class project, or something similar. We were finishing up a project and deciding how to divy up the duties until we met up next time. Someone had openned chips and chocolates... I asked someone to take it with them because it would go bad before we met up next time. This hispanic woman and myself decided to create a sign up sheet for next time as well. So we would have to have long discussions about who was doing what. She wanted to have it because she wanted dibs on cleaning the floors. So back the marriage thing. I was asking myself ... how did this happen?? I'm sure he is nice, but am not in love with him, I don't think it was physically possible to "consumate" the marriage due to his large overhanging belly. I was sick to my stomach and wondering either if I should a) go through with my decision and just buck up, or b) find the quickest way out. I didn't have to figure it out because I woke up to my next dream. I was in a hotel with an ex co-worker of mine, Danny (a male). He was staying at this hotel where it was just one room, the beds all against the wall, everyone had their own bathroom and there was a continental breakfast in the morning and computers with internet access lined up along the window in the room. He said he loved this hotel and wished more were like it. In the dream I partly thought it was strange, but then partly thought.... why not have all the beds in one room. You are sleeping anyway, so it made sense. I happened to be in sheer pink undies with black lace trim, a black bra and no shoes. I felt a little underdressed. I went to the computers to look something up, but the wires kept getting intermingled with other people's wires... I got up to go for a walk. I felt uncomfortable and a bit sleezy walking down the nice cafe laden street in my underwear... I was telling this to my friend Jason who was walking with me. I said.. you know what would work.. If I had perfectly fitting white oxfords on and my hair was just so.... then it wouldn't look so bad.