Dream World

I had the oddest dream, as I usually do. Technicolor, grabbing action, laments and triumphs, the kind of dreams movies are made of.
It's beena few hours, so my memory is a bit muddled.
I was at a wedding. I don't recall whose it was. Tons of people were there, mostly old friends and acquaintances from high school, even grade school, people I haven't seen or spoken to in over a decade.
I was sitting in a laced and flowered-up chair next to a girlfriend of mine that Ive recently reconnected with. Everyone around us was crying and touching her shoulder and offering her condolences as if she was dying. I heard one person whisper, "cancer."
I looked to her. She was calm, seemingly in no pain or distress. I glanced down to her legs and the skin was raw and red and oozing violet puss. I was horrified.
I asked her if she was in pain.
"I'm dying," she said, "there is no pain in that."
I then looked around the room and it was empty but for dozens of elaborately decorated wedding cakes. I walked slowly by each one, taking the detail in, the beauty of each curve and swirl of icing, the fresh flowers cascading down the sides of the tiers like a garden falling down a bank of snow.
I wanted to dip my finger into each one, taste them, devour them. But I was scared to touch them, as if my fingers would be singed, burned raw, oozing puss like my friend's legs. I ran from the room, screaming, and fell to the wet sand, digging my hands in, covering them up to my wrists. I could hear the waves in the distance, but when I looked up, the sea was calm.

Maybe I'll try to analyze it another day. Ill get my dream dictionary out and get to work.