Brainy Vapours

It's my wedding (sigh, another glaringly obvious dream sign not noticed), we're getting ready, deciding on which jewelry goes with the dress. After asking the girls, we all decide on some small pearls I have. I try on a large necklace with pearls and large flowers on it but it looks really silly. An African woman wraps some dark wooden beads around my left hand. She tells me they are good luck. We fiddle a bit as she wants me to wear them around my neck, but I refuse, and put them back on my hand.

The flowers are a mix with pink gerbera daisies. I take one small one that's fallen to the floor for my hair. I am going to have a quick pee. One of my friends that just come out of the closet wants to come with me and... watch? I say no.

While sitting I can see the guys doing there traditional rooting ceremony. It's like a firing squad but with air rifles instead. This strikes me as odd but I reassure myself that the amo is not live. But then I have doubts and ask the guards to check their amo, which is lucky because apparently the amo they have is live.