Joseph, Tell Me

I had a terrible nightmare yesterday night.

I dreamt I got married and I was at my wedding ceremony. It was a really terrible wedding, held at a really ratty place, and I had a terrible wedding dress on. For some reason a butcher knife was packed in my suitcase (I had a suitcase to prepare for my wedding). Everyone was excited and annoying me. The groom was actually someone I knew ( I won't mention who because it would be scandalous. ROTFL when I think about it. )

When I entered the church, guys I used to like were peppered all over the seats. Every second when I was walking down the aisle, my head was screaming, my heart was full of dread, and I felt like puking. I felt like running, like calling it off. I felt like saying NO, I DON'T. I felt like I was walking to an electric chair.

I woke up just before I reached the end, thank God.

Is that supposed to mean anything?