Marriage and Native Americans

First I dreamt of a lakeside place kind of like where we now live. For some reason I was compelled to marry a really old man. In a room somewhere on a table were some matchbox sized pads of colored paper, like miniature diaries. They had designs on the covers and I just loved them. I picked one out and walked by the lake to make some notes in the book. The man and I lived in a very small trailer and I think he had some type of repair business. I dont know if the marriage was arranged or what but I know it wasn't of love.
Then I dreamt I was in an office and there were bright colored tubes and paper and all kinds of things in there. One of the people I chat with regularly (Rennie) was there it was some kind of mail room or other weird job. I was looking for something like stamps I think and I was looking for my blue binder and found it and I had to go somewhere and decided to go to whataburger for lunch. I walked in and the place was empty and dark but there were people there. Native americans. The place was full of them. As I walked down a hallway, what would have been the way to go to order, there were little beaded musical notes strewn all over the floor. Beaded in blue and yellow and white and black beads. I got to a counter and asked if food was still served here and a native woman said yes and handed me two pieces of paper stapled together. There were food items listed on the paper, one page was 8x10 the other was 11x14. I was looking and looking for a double cheeseburger but didn't see one but ordered it anyway ... about that time I woke up. When I fell asleep I started dreaming of having sex with a small person.