My worst nightmare

I had a dream about my wedding. First of all, I didn't realize it was the day off. My dress was red with a white, long jacket that went over it. I was already freaking out about the dress since it wasn't the one I picked. My dad kept reassuring me that I could wear my other dress during the reception. Another problem was my veil. Every time I would put it on it felt like a huge weight on my head. At the last minute I had to cut it in half. Also, none of my bridesmaids were nowhere in sight and I didn't have any flowers to hold. The ceremony began and I was already feeling like this was a disaster. When it was my turn to walk I didn't even walk down the middle aisle. My dad led me down the side aisle! We then sat to the side and all of a sudden Ray comes down the middle aisle in total Hawaiian style. There were all these dancers in hula skirts and such. I watched my dad's face changed to absolute horror because one of his main things was to be informed of any non-vietnamese traditions. I was so angry at Ray for pulling this little stunt without discussing any of us. Once he reached the altar I went and joined him.