Last night I dreamt that we were getting married in the local church on the corner. The ceremony took place in the women's meeting room. An older man kept going around introducing himself as my father-in-law's best man. After the ceremony, we went into the church's recreational hall/gymnasium for the reception. When we walked in, we noticed there were no plates, no cups, no napkins, etc. People were drinking tap water in mismatched glasses from the kitchen and eating stale white cake on brown paper toweling.
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