I woke up in the middle of a fantastically real dream and fought for another thirty minutes to find it again. It proved elusive, however. The dream took place during a weekend in which I was getting married. There were parties and a hotel and tuxes. The love, happiness, and excitement were palpable. The one major missing feature that I can't recall is the bride. I've had dreams of getting married before, of having a veiled woman walking down the aisle whose face I never see. This time, though, all the events surrounding the big day were very clear and I woke up buzzed as the images floated away.