My Second Imaginary Trip to India

I dreamed that I was in India with a bunch of different guys from work on some sort of trip, and for some reason I felt that I had been there before. I was supposed to marry some Indian guy (possibly one of my old friends who is from India.) I kept messing up, but the Indian women were really nice anyway. At one point, I drank a bunch of Absinthe (I know, wrong country), and when I found everyone staring at me, I freaked out and said "Oh shit, did I drink too much?" And my clothes kept somehow ending up coming off. Not like I was taking them off to be a slut, but I'd just look down and they'd be gone. I was wearing a red dress with gold trim and a sort of thin shirt thing over it that wore the same pattern. Jimmy was there too, but he was super bored and wanted to go out and see the town and try to find WiFi to play his phone games, but I was trying to be polite to the women. There was a Burger King right out the window of the house, and so I thought about letting him go there, even though we argued that he didn't speak any Indian aside from faking an Indian accent like Apu from The Simpsons. Later, the time came to go to bed. I took the couch, and someone else (a guy) that I know I knew took the other end, but I can't remember who it was for the life of me. It may have been Darren, but like I said, I don't remember. All I know is that the person was nice. Later, another guy from work who seems kind of scary but really isn't (maybe a little crazy though), came in. He was angry that there were no beds left and threw his pillows on the other guy's pillows, squishing my Jolteon plushie. I think he may have asked me if the spot was taken, and I nervously replied that it was. Still angry, he took the pillows and stomped away, and I rescued Jolteon. As we were all hunkering down to bed, a guy that I haven't seen since high school walked in, looking like he had just fought his way through an Indiana Jones movie. Everyone asked him what had taken him so long in surprise. I don't remember what he said, but I woke up somewhere around there from our alarm.
I don't know if it's related, but I also remember something about going to a Michael Jackson concert, and I got to be on stage with him. He told me to go sit in a tunnel on an indoor playground across from the stage, and I did, expecting him to come back for me, but he never did. That may have been a different dream though.