I had a vivid dream last night that I was getting married. It was the day of my wedding, all family and friends were sitting in the church, I was backstage in my tux running around, shaking with anxiety. Why? Because I had no idea who I was marrying. It was like one of those dreams in which you're going into a final exam without having attended a single class all quarter, except this time I was about to head on stage and await some unknown bride to come bursting through the rear auditorium doors and come strolling up the aisle.
The most tempting analysis and interpretation is also the most obvious and literal, and it's one I'm going to resist.