So I journal my dreams as often as I can remember a significant chunk of them. This dream I didn't write down, I had more of an urge to draw it. The dress thinger was only about 5 minutes of the dream. The rest of it involved this huge, 5 story log cabin that was flooding. I had to climb twisted staircases to get away from the rising water. This was like the third floor or something, I just know I went back down the stairs to get to this floor, which doesn't make sense, because technically this floor would be flooded already. Fortunately, my dreams run on this funny kind of "take it as it is" logic. Anyway, my clothes were, of course, by this time all wet. So this weird butler dude came up to me and turned me around. When I stopped, I was looking into this weird mirror and wearing this black dress. I vaguely recall saying something like "I don't know, I don't really do the whole gothic look much. It looks kind of odd." Then the floor started flooding and I had to find a window to jump out of. The dress kind of faded away and I was wearing something else. And that was like about 5 minutes out of my dream.
I'm convinced my subconscious is hooked on acid or something.