Weddings and Lions

I am getting married to a wonderful man. He was previously married to my sister or close friend, who, in a fit of crazy, lopped off most of his wanker. This doesn't seem to be a problem in our relationship. My mother has been making me a suit to wear for the wedding. The skirt is made out of a Halloween print on a purple background. I am busy sewing trim onto the sleeves of the jacket when I see my bridesmaids. They are wearing long, elegant dresses (irl, the dress I'll be wearing for my cousin's wedding). My funny Halloween suit is completely inappropriate. I go into my walk in closet and dig frantically for anything that might be dressier. My mom, having seen the bridesmaids too, comes in to see me. She's worried too. I decide that since I have a few hours I'll just go shopping for a real wedding dress at David's Bridal.

I am watching a nature TV show with my brother. There's a shot of a large iceberg, and as the camera moves in, animal sounds can be heard coming from a sort of cave under a ledge of ice. I wonder how a wolf pup could have gotten himself separated from his family and found himself there. But when the camera gets to the animal it turns out to be even more strangely, a lion cub. The show follows the young lion as he makes his way south, his mane growing in as he moves toward warmer climates. I wonder if he'll remember the deep cold when he sits under the hot African sun.