My dream wedding takes place in a secluded church in the middle of nowhere.

My closest friends would be present. As we walk around the dilapidated church and talk amongst ourselves, one of my friends ask me if I would have liked to have been married in a place like this, and asks me if I still have my wedding outfit. I nod. I move to the corner to change into it because I need to let go of that desire to have things turn perfectly, and I gracefully suit myself into the wedding outfit. As I walked back out into the main corridor, my friends' eyes drifted upwards. Something was coming down from the ceiling!