My dream

Last night, I dreamt of our wedding. It apparently was a rushed affair. We were at some little church with dark wooden beams and white painted walls, and a burgundy carpet (the grandmotherly kind). The stained glass was unremarkable. We were negotiating with the managers over prices, because the wedding was that afternoon. There would only be close family. We finally agreed on something, and I rushed home to find my baroque music for the affair. However, it wasn't there. There was only some of that old-fashioned organ music. Bleh. So then, I think we had to have the old music. Later that night, we were in a dark room, lit by candlelight. It looked like a room Gaudi himself might have designed, concrete with bits of tile or glass embedded everywhere. That was our reception.

Honestly, I have no idea what the actual wedding will look like.