I found myself in formal attire, standing up in an aisle in the middle of an auditorium full of people. I realized I was at my own wedding, but I wondered how I ended up there. I looked toward the very back of the place to try to spot my bride. She had a tan complexion and dark hair in an updo, and was holding a bouquet of flowers. The bridesmaids were helping smooth some wrinkles out of her dress. She seemed vaguely familiar. She didn't seem to notice me, but I figured we must know each other and get along pretty well if we're here, so we may as well continue with the ceremony.
What proceeded was more like a dress rehearsal, figuring out timing, placement of stuff, etc., except that the seats were all filled with people looking at us expectantly. My bride looked bored the whole time, and she barely acknowledged my presence. It didn't help that I had to run back to use the bathroom more than once during the entire proceeding. The bathroom had antique fixtures, and the quietness was a welcome respite from the crowded auditorium.
The wedding ceremony never did finish, because I had to go back to use the facilities yet again, and after urinating for an excruciatingly long, drawn-out period of time, I woke up before I had a chance to go out to the auditorium again.
Kor