The Record Kept Skipping

Two main locations: An upstairs, carpeted locker room, housed within an apartment complex or similar; and wherever the hell my computer was - possibly said apartment complex.

I kept finding myself going back to my locker in the locker room, but each time my locker was a different locker, in a different spot. The contents were changing as well, although usually my winter jacket always made an appearance. Sometimes I was getting ready, sometimes I was storing stuff, but I never had a true purpose. I wasn't getting ready to go anywhere, I had no plans. And the things I was storing, I could've carried with me, it made no difference.

And in between random locker visits, my dreams would shift to me checking Facebook.
In real life, a recently single girl, and friend of Alex's, needed a place to stay. So he offered to help out. No big deal. In my dream, is was this situation, amplified.
I apparently was incapable of texting him or contacting him, so I kept checking his Facebook, and hers too. I felt it wasn't my place to interfere with whatever may or may not be going on, but I wanted to know. Just to know. Every time I checked (in between my endless visits to the locker room, I suppose) there was a different status update. Everything was harmless on its own, all ambiguous. Friends having a good time. But with my over active brain, each one caused me more stress.
The only update I remember vividly, was she posted photo of a wedding dress. There was no caption, no claim that it was for her, or that she wanted it, or anything of that nature. But it left me with an uneasy feeling nonetheless. And in fact, there was no guarantee it was a wedding dress, but not many dresses look like that just for fun.
It was a pretty dress though. Long, wide neck, kind of off the shoulders, with longer sleeves, but very elegant looking. And in the picture, it was fall, and windy, because the girl (or model? I can't recall who was wearing it) had her hair blowing in the wind.

Oh the irony, that the thing I remember best, is the outcome I want the least.
I could've done without the dreaming this time.