I had the worst nightmare last night. It was just... insane, and it was frighteningly similar to other dreams I've had.

My mother was getting married, and I was planning the wedding. Everything was going perfectly. The wedding was going to take place at my old high school because of how large it was, and I was picking up the bride and groom (and another person who is escaping my memory). I cried as we were heading to the school, and I was blamed for trying to steal spotlight from my mother, and for not being happy for her; I tried to explain, rather desperately, that I was just happy that I got to be so involved.

We arrive at the school, and there are people here and there. A few I recognize, and a few I don't. Everyone was dressed beautifully, and the decorations were stunning. Without any warning, people started panicking and piling out of the school. There were screams, and blood. A firetruck arrives, the emergency lights are what I remember the most vividly, and the firemen enter the school.

I head in after, determined to find out what was going on. I encounter the chief, a medium built black man, and demand to know. He ignores. I'm furious, so I follow after him. It's then a strange man, hobbling, and reaching his arms out enters the hallway we're in. The chief looks at him, and then me, and says,"There isn't going to be a wedding."

It's then I realize that more than half the guests are dead, and people are still screaming and bleeding and panicking. The chief leaves the hallway through a side door, and the strange, hobbling man turns towards me. I have no idea what took me so long to realize that this man, all bloodied and torn, wasn't alive. I race from the school, having to go a long, and roundabout way to find the exit due to the amassing dead. There isn't time to kill them because I have to get back to my mother.

I make it out there, and her fiance is dead. She's crying. Everyone is crying. I'm flooded with guilt because this was my fault; I was supposed to pick them up sooner for the wedding, but I think I got sidetracked. If they had gotten here sooner, they might have had a chance to be married before this mess happened.

More happened, but I can't remember the rest. Only bits and pieces. I just know it was absolutely horrible, and even after I got up I couldn't shake the guilt and terror from me. The dream made sense, and didn't run off on some odd tangent like most of my nightmares do, and I just... I'm still reeling.

My puppy is limping, and I'm worried.  She isn't whimpering or anything, but it's still the fact that she won't walk on one of her front legs.  My dad says give it a day or two, and if she still is, we'll take her in to the vet, but I don't wanna wait.

My poor baby better be all right.

In other news, I'm seriously considering buying a movie theatre.  I've been talking about it with a couple of people, family and friends, and we've been waxing ideas, such as how to make it popular, themes, food, etc, etc.  It'll cost quite a bit of money, but...  it would be totally worth it after awhile.

BUT I NEED YOUR HELP, FLIST.  You all like movies, right?  And you all like movie theatres, right?  I kind of want to know your thoughts on themed rooms (eg: super mario kind of room, or black and white horror movie style, stuff like that), and food!  I don't know about anyone else, but I've always hated the same old same old movie theatre food.  I was thinking carnival type food, but there's so many different types that can be made...