I dreamed I married a slim girl in a small boat floating down a nice river, much like the one in the Lady of Shalott painting, except that nobody was dying. Now that I think about it, she might have been Persephone, or Eurydice. Ahead of me was another boat where someone else, presumably a buddy, was also getting married. We jumped through a hole in the fence into a small clearing, like the one behind 221's old apartment. She disappeared and I entered Hera's Garden, where the buds on bushes bloomed and died in the span of a few seconds as I walked past them. Then I found a supermarket selling nothing except processed foods like cereal bars and little pouches of trail mix. Obviously I couldn't help myself. I ate four cereal bars before finding the produce section, and realized I shouldn't have eaten the cereal bars in the first place. 

Hera terrifies me.

Then there was this thing with alpacas that looked like Jacob Black, dragging takeout trays like chariots. The race course was two laps around the Agnes Macphail P.S. yard - like I used to do in k-club. Obviously the alpaca-powered vehicles lost.