changing colors

I dreamt that I was in a locker room. We were all on our way, we being a bunch of woman and one transvestite (man dressed as a woman), to a class on tango. One person didn't seem to have the right shoes for her feet. I found some shoes, but they were a  heavy wooly felt in a blue gray color. They looked like a man's loafer. The man/woman said they wouldn't do and would slow down the foot, so he found a pair of tango shoes that were too large and they would make those work some how.

Then I dreamt I was going to a cousin's wedding or some sort of family/religious event. My stepmother was there and my dad. Actually, a lot of my family was there. We were in a small church that, in the dream, seemed to have been used for many of the family functions. It was pretty. Inside was all old, well stained wood that was ornate and dark from they years. Everyone was piling in and I was in the back. I think I was ... either trying to be helpful or trying to stay out of the way. Really, more or less, I was staying away from all and observing as usual. I had some things in a bag, maybe more appropriate clothing to change into. I went to the bathroom to change, but then I seemed to be wearing a white pant suit that was embroidered from head to to with birds and other things. It wasn't obnoxious as it was the same color as the cloth. I had to go to the bathroom and I was looking for an open stall. There was an older lady in there and she seemed to be smiling at me sweetly. It seems she knew how I felt, knew that maybe I was stressed and empathized with me with her eyes. I found a stall that had three toilets in it. I had to go so bad, I didn't care. I seemed to have missed somehow and actually was going in the pants. :-/  I took them off and rinsed them and wrung them out. They were now wrinkled. I thought if i snapped them a couple of times it would come out. It did good enough and I went to put the pants back on, but then I saw all of the birds were now black, as if the water changed the color. Then other parts started changing color. I didn't like it at first and then I thought it might be better because it would be less dramatic then wearing an all white suit to the function. It seemed to only change color on the back. As I went to put it on, which it now was a skirt, it changed to all of the colors changing on the front, and there seemed to be a flair to it and more colors of purples, reds and so on. I just needed to put something on so I didn't care at this point.

I looked back at the "business end" of the church. I told my step mom I had sat up there last time when we sang for something. She half acknowledged me but was busy with something else on her mind. Then I know there was something about a baby... a step grandma not being happy ... ??