Your condo in the mall

It's just another Sunday afternoon, hanging out with at least one member of my family. As I lay here on the floor of my dad's living room watching the most disturbing reality show I've ever seen I begin to hear a very interesting story. My step mom, out of no where, I might add tells me she had a dream about me. Now brace yourselves . . . Not only do I live in a condo in the mall (the weirdest part of it you may think) oh no, wait there's more, I'm getting married. For all that know me, you know that is more far fetched than the condo in the mall aspect of the story. So supposedly I'm picking out the most hideous dress you've ever seen in my condo in the mall. Instead of telling me my dress is hideous the ladies in my family, thanks girls, somehow let me get this dress. I'm not quite sure of the details here, I kind of lost her at the condo in the mall thing. Here's comes mom to the rescue. So my mom somehow enters the condo in the mall with another dress. This is the dress I'm wearing. The dress my mom has brought me to my condo in the mall.  I may have a slight hangover when she's telling me this story, so I'm not sure if I hear it all correctly. First of all, I live in a condo in the mall. . . then, I'm picking out a wedding dress. Goodness Jean, looks like you get the prize for the most far fetched dream of all. I think there is a higher chance of you and dad winning the lottery than me getting married and living in a condo in the mall. Sweet Dreams.