The actual content of the dream doesn't matter - it was just mundane, every day stuff. I either dream of boring real life things, or monsters and severed heads. My brain is odd.
However, for once I remembered what I was wearing in the dream, and it's actual clothes that I own!
I woke up and thought, 'hell, I was the niqabi Joker!' and had to pull everything out and put it together as proof that I cannot be trusted to shop alone:
In case you have a hard time telling, this is my brown jilbab paired with a purple scarf (in the dream I had it draping down sort of like in the picture), my black full-face niqab, and the green scarf as hijab.
The purple and green is, essentially, the Joker's color scheme.
Seriously. Why can't my subconscious have better taste?