i was in a city that looked something like tim burton's gotham. i was outside of a locked shop with a girl i was friends with. it was some sort of occult bookstore. they said they'd reopen at 2am, and it was only 11pm. then the light went on, and some cute guy in a beanie was in there. he opened up the shop for us, and we started looking around. then my friend said we should get married (to each other) while she was looking at some herbs and what not. i laughed and said that sounded like a splendid idea. then some crazy, skinny lady started screaming at us from outside of the shop about how we were going to burn for eternity, etc.

then all hell broke loose.

we ran outside, and i grabbed the scrawny woman by her arm and started saying things to her that clearly horrified her. i don't remember what it was i was saying, though. then there was a lot of gunfire, and i think i might have been involved in that. i got shot, and i was lying down behind a knocked over table. suddenly, michael madsen was there behind the table with me. i told him that i loved him and that i was shot. he picked me up, sat me on his lap, and married me. the guy from the occult shop was presiding over the ceremony, and i'm pretty sure that we were married with the blessings of satan. instead of trading rings, we each drank a shot of sake after we took our vows.