Observations of White Trash

I dreamt that I was sitting in a circle, among some friends, family and others I didn't know. We were all perched on wooden barstools, in a well kept basement and listening to a guy sing country song on a guitar. After that, I wandered upstairs, outside to see that this house was a mansion among other mansions within a densely wooded area. I wound up at a wedding reception and noticed that it was sort of trashy- in that the bride and groom looked kind of white trashy. I began to become aware that the guests were thinking along these lines and in turn, I felt bad for them. Then the groom got up (he looked rushed and disheveled) and brought in drinks, himself, for the toast. He then passed around a used plastic bag and people began to take random assortments of beer and booze out of it. First people took tallboys out. By the time it got to me, there was nothing left but the mini liquor bottles.