these dreams

Last night I had a dream that I married a woman. She was about to marry some dude when I busted in, I think during the "if anyone knows any reason why these two should not be joined" part. I seem to remember that she was waiting for me, hoping I would stop it. It's actually someone I know (no, not Lynne, that's too easy) and it was strange to say the least. We went straight to the honey moon, however, I immediately began making arrangements with her to have an open marriage so that I could still sleep with men, either with her or without (I'm not really into threesomes, I think I was just being considerate). She was a bit of a bad girl in the past and my dad immediately started ragging on her for it and she and her cousins, who were male, left in a huff cause her feelings were hurt. I eventually went after her, only instead of the femme girl I married she was a butch lesbian who looked like a late-teens boy, complete with acne. I went to make up with her but was a bit embarrassed because I knew everyone was looking at us. I wasn't embarrassed about the lesbian thing, I think I was embarrassed about the butch thing. Weird.

update:
Last night I had another dream that I asked out a woman. In my teenage years  I would have been frightened by this as I was susceptible to any fear that I might be different, now I am just stuck wondering what the hell my psyche is trying to tell me. There were a bunch of us and we were trying to decide which girls were gonna go with which guys. I looked at this blonde chick and said "I want you". She thought about it for a minute, looked at the guys, and said "So listen, I'm gonna go out with her." We basically just walked around till we ended up at a McMenamins, where someone was having a birthday party.This woman who was running the party kept botching the starting of the birthday song, so thought I would help her out with my decible strength and started singing. She was still not satisfied and started yelling about how the colors didn't match yet, I think she even started crying. I got the hell out of there, leaving my date behind. I ended up in a car, which was actually a boat, with some talk radio personalities. They wouldn't stop the car so I had to wait till we were at a stop light in San Francisco. Earlier that night I had a dream my sister was hit by a car right before we were supposed to fly out of town. The driver hit and ran. They caught her later, dressed like a nun. Weird.

Any ideas?