Marathon of Dreams (not to be confused with a dream of a marathon)

The other night, I had an entire series of totally unrelated dreams. They were all super-weird.

It started out with me in a video game; it was kinda ridiculous, but there I was walking around with a couple guys in  this long hallway. There were tubes on the ground, and this other guy crawled out of the tube and tried to grab our ankles. In my dream, I knew it was the real-life version of Mario Bros. (I guess I was the Princess?). It was just weird.

Then I was walking in a dark creepy neighborhood. Someone else was with me. Once again, we were in a hallway, but it was supposed to be an alley. I guess it was enclosed, though, because it was filled with water. Even though we were in water, we were able to walk, and we were trying to get away from a shark. I entered a building (that didn't have water in it... but the water didn't gush in when I opened the door - apparently physics does not exist in my dreams) just in time to escape its bite. Then the water and shark disappeared, and I was still in the creepy neighborhood, but a house had just recently burnt down. I went to look at the damage and was afraid that I was going to get jumped or something. When I finally got to the location, I saw the spot where the home had been. Next door was a family that I knew. I said hello and saw a pile of my stuff in their living room. They had had it for some reason and now wanted to get rid of it. It was all stuff that I wanted, but I had no idea how to get it to where I lived because I had no car. 

I only remember a portion of the next one. I was in a car with a guy and a girl who were dating. I was sitting in the backseat. We were trying to find something (not sure what) and we were lost but having fun along the way. The street we were driving on was incredibly colorful and brightly lit.

The last dream was the most stressful of all of them (yes even the shark one). I showed up to my wedding dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. My friend Kristina was trying to solve some catering emergency, and I went upstairs to change. I was already late, and my hair and makeup were a mess. I changed into my dress, looked in the mirror and cried because my hair was tangled and my makeup was not done. I frantically put on some mascara and brushed my teeth and hair to make myself semi-presentable even though I was by now very late for the wedding. When I walked downstairs, nobody was there, and I remembered that the wedding was taking place somewhere else (why they were all there before, I have no idea) so I walked outside. There was a long dirt path that led up a hill. I knew where I was going, but I also knew it was far away and worried about keeping people waiting. I was stressed out about being so late to my own wedding.