Library and haircut for Will

My boyfriend was apparently staying with us. (Though it almost felt like we were engaged or married.)
In the dream, we went to a strange little library in Idaho somewhere. We were really excited to find some new books to read, and I was finding weird ones... like one about a transforming unicorn... (Ripoff of The Last Unicorn?)
Later, I'd picked a book and was reading it while Will when off alone to do something.
He was gone for four hours. D: I was starting to get worried, when he stormed into the house, said something to my mother, then requested we go downstairs (...it was a different house suddenly.) alone. I was puzzled because his hair was really fluffy and curly and a deep auburn color.
When we got downstairs... he pulled off the hair (it was a wig) and was all "She ruined my hair!!!" D:
I blinked and began to try to fluff it up since the wig had smashed it down. His hair was short and had been semi-straightened with hair-wax. It actually made him look really sexy and told him so. But he rebuffed me, saying that the person had done a horrible job, no matter how much I disagreed.
Then I woke up.

The Doorknob

Dreamed about ballroom dancing at the grand opening for my very own restaurant. It was was a hokey place that was called "The Doorknob" and had a theme of Utah History. The walls had black and white photos of historic Utah events and people. It also had red-white-and-blue ribbons like an old fashion fair or something.
Apparently it had the best burgers you could find. It was really popular/crowed.
....
Weird.

Portuguese Demons

I was looking for my cat Boog, but couldn't seem to find her anywhere. So I ended up in the garage talking to my dad (For some reason the garage was across the street from our house.) while he was working on some random thing like the Rhino or a riding lawnmower. Suddenly I noticed tools were floating around and my dad was talking to them in Portuguese. I was all "...You have a demon??" He responded in surprise because apparently none of the family had really noticed before. He was talking about how I shouldn't have one unless I knew how to use it.
I responded with something like "Yeah, people should know that they're tools." Because we'd been talking about how people preferred to lose themselves in them and use them as their life/religions.
He looked surprised again and rather proud, as if he hadn't expected me to take such a reasonable approach to it.
I think I was debating asking him if I could use his to help find my cat, then I was looking across the street at the yard a few houses away where a bunch of kids were sliding down the hill in the snow.
Then I woke up.