I used to dream about getting married, but something always got in the way. Ketchup on the dress, I couldn't finish my hair, no limo, the church is locked, etc. Have not had that in years, just about the time I realised it was OK to be alone.
As a kid I would dream that we were our dodge colt station wagon and driving along and suddenly the road becam like a roller coaster:Up, Up, Up and just as we would reach the peak I would wake up. My father (the a-hole) was always driving.