I dreamt of a strange wedding where the bride and her mother were very strict. A bridesmaid, on an estrade right next to the bride, adjusted a large golden typographical bracket-shaped object next to her because it was placed in the wrong way. My dad and I were stuck under the stage, only seeing the audience through some grids.

       bridesmaids────╮
            │         │
bracket     │  bride  │
in the      ↓    ↓    ↓
wrong way
   │        o   /o\   o
   ╰────→ ]-┤    │    │ ]
         ┌───────────────┐
         │               │
         │               │
         │               │
        ┌┴┬─────┬──────┬─┴───┬──────┬─────┬──────┬─────┬─┐
        │ │▒▒▒▒▒│      │▒▒▒▒▒│      │▒▒▒▒▒│      │▒▒▒▒▒│ │
        ┴─┴─────┴──────┴─────┴──────┴─────┴──────┴─────┴─┴
                          ↑            ↑
                          ╰my dad and I╯

The bride was staying still, looking at the audience, after asking her two bridesmaids to check that the decor was properly set up. She got impatient, started threatening the bridesmaids of hitting them if they did not reply immediately.

While the bride herself was doing the usual speech that priests do during weddings, I whispered a joke and my dad heard it and laughed. The bride’s mother heard us and tried to restrain us using ropes to punish us for a joke that nobody else in the audience heard. She said it was disdainful, so I asked her to go talk to the guests and ask if anyone really heard anything, and if they did, what they heard.