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My friends were helping me find a dress for a school dance. I found one at Kohl's and brought it home. It was a long colorful geometric dress. When I tried it on, it was too big. I said we had to go back and get a smaller size, but we never did.

I was getting married. I believe it was an arranged marriage. The man to whom I was marrying was tall and and had short strawberry blonde hair. The entire time he was wearing a black tuxedo. I was wearing a white wedding gown. I can't quite remember the style, but it might've been a thick-strapped dress with see-through sleeves. We were going to be married in a huge, fancy mansion. Many people were there with us, including my mother, his mother, and another woman from his side of the family (maybe his aunt or grandmother?). The women were trying to find out how to style my hair. They tried pulling it into an updo, but finally decided to pin back the sides. Something then occured (can't quite remember what). His family said the wedding was off. My fiance and I refused, saying we had grown to fall in love with each other. His mother and the other relative went to their room. The other relative grabbed a gun from her suitcase. The mother said to her, "Please don't do this again."