What's up dreams? Shy?

Suddenly the dreams don't seem to want to be as showy as they have been.  I think it's stage fright.  Or it's that my brain is so full of work stuff, parents coming to visit stuff, wedding stuff that my dreams are getting pushed off the stage.
I woke up the other morning and realized that my dreams were actually thoughts...task lists.  All the things that need to get done on my ever growing list.  It was weird, but I laid in bed trying to remember if there was a dream and literally it was just words all night.
Last night was the closest I can remember to having dreams.  The one flash was of a big lady storming out of a crappy building in a big city and I got the feeling that someone was about to get their ass beat.  And that was all.
Then another one started to come back to me.  I was shopping for wedding dresses and I had a personal assistant/shopper with me.  She was a very tall and thick (not fat) woman with a blonde up-do and dressed in a green and yellow plaid skirt suit.  We walked into a two story building and went up the stairs and entered into a very cozy little boutique.  It was a little dark and gaudy but I remember feeling happy to be there.  My shopper girl approached the little desk in the back where an old woman was smoking and announced that we had arrived.  The woman said we weren't on the schedule and then there was some back and forth but she finally agreed that we could try on some dresses.  The old woman went to the back through a curtain to pull dresses and my shopper and I were talking.  I discovered that my shopper was like a Geisha (at least what I know about them from the movie/book Memoirs of a Geisha). 

She was "owned" by this old woman and was forced to do this work for no pay and lived in horrible conditions with others like her.  She was the best out of all the other women at what she did though.  I began to tell her that it was unacceptable and that she needed to stand up for herself immediately and tell this old woman that she was not going to work for her for free anymore and to demand to get paid or she was walking out.  So when the woman came back she confronted her and a big argument ensued!  I was standing behind my shopper, egging her on and supporting her.  The woman wouldn't give in and so I told my shopper "Let's go" and we started to walk out.  The woman stopped us and it was a movie scene, she paused and took a long drag off of her cigarette and considered us for a while and finally said, "Fine, you win."  Shopper and I hugged and then walked back and and started looking at dresses as if nothing had just happened.
The end!