I just woke from a bad pun

I fell asleep reading Atwood's Oryx and Crake, sometime around 2:37 a.m., trying to keep my mind off the wedding to come this Friday--i was woken early this morning, propelled from sleep really, by embarrassment. In an apparent dream I came onto the reception floor and took the microphone from my Uncle Sal--in the spotlight I thanked him, gave him a big squeeze said I wanted to toast my mother and her new husband Charlie--and then proceeded to take out a silver toaster from a bag, set it on a stool, unwind an extension chord and run around looking for a plug in the reception hall with this enormously long chord following me everywhere--the hot spotlight following. Then I plugged it in, set the microphone on a stand before the toaster and walked away...after only seconds of bearing the painful silence...I woke. Some messed up hybrid John Cage Steve Martin subconscious logic. I leave for the home front in one hour now...family reunion with lots of loud and loving italians, wedding of my mother, and a whirlwind celebration ahead. I've tried to write a toast, take notes on my thoughts, and even say things outloud to myself in front of the mirror I thought I might say in a situation like this...but I can't sound eloquent enough. I hope inspiration hits me soon...I want every moment of this event to be uniquely and genuinely happy moments for my mom. She is 58, finding love again, being set free from poverty and a life of bending to her knees to clean strangers' toilets and floors. She will once again own her identity, and when she crawls into bed each night, I know a good man will be there to share good dreams beside her...hopefully not punny ones like mine.