Wedding Nightmare

The other day I had a nightmare about my wedding. I woke up all shaken about it. I'm sure the dream has some deep psychological meanings, but really, who knows? The nightmare started like a happy dream: Alan, me and our guests were in a beautiful mansion where the wedding was to take place. Everyone was glad that the wedding day had finally arrived and everyone couldn't wait for the ceremony to get started. All of our friends and family were gathered in a main hall of the mansion for the ceremony. Everything was perfect, like a fairy tale, ready to being except for one thing: my wedding dress. My wedding dress was so special it had to be sown to my exact measurements onto my body, about half an hour before I walked down the aisle. The dress had to be sewn on me by a particular seamstress. Then, the nightmare started. My friends and I could not find a private room in which the seamstress could make my wedding dress. We kept running from room to room in the mansion, but all of the rooms had lots of windows. Paparazzi and onlookers kept gathering in the windows, leaving us with no privacy to make the special wedding dress. I remember running and running from room to room, running through the mansion's gardens to the pool house, running through all the mud in the gardens with the seamstress and some friends, looking for a room with no windows. We couldn't find one no matter how hard we tried. I just wanted some privacy! All the rooms of the mansion were super fancy, and all the rooms had tons of windows. If we stayed in any room for over a couple of minutes, nosy people and paparazzi would instantly gather to look inside. I was starting to let the seamstress sow the dress on me despite the onlookers, even though I really hated the onlookers. Eventually, as I was running with the bottom half of a luxurious wedding dress sown on,  my levels of frustration and despair rose to unbearable levels. Meanwhile, Alan and the guests were waiting in the main hall for me to appear. I was really anxious about making everyone wait for me because of the stupid dress. I was so upset, I decided that Alan would still want to marry me even though I was only wearing half a dress and my shoes were muddy from all the running, so I should better get to the ceremony instead of making everybody wait for the completion of the uncompletable task. I realized that the dress was not worth the hassle. And then I woke up.