I'm in my tux, just sitting in a folding chair by the wall, waiting. Four or five other people whom I can't see well enough to identify are also waiting in chairs scattered around the fringes of the hall, well away and behind the neat rows of guest chairs. Every now and then my sister comes in and smiles at us, and goes back out. "Weddings are waitings" pops into my head.
This goes on for a long time, and the dream just fades away. I never see the groom, or the parents, or the other siblings, or anyone else I recognize.
This dream is very close to the truth - my youngest sister was not married in a sanctuary because she and her husband are different religions. Also my father boycotted the wedding, I gave the bride away. He has since come around to accepting the marriage and his son-in-law, and I expect if the happy couple wanted to get re-married in a synagogue instead of outdoors at in the hotel where Twin Peaks was filmed, it could happen.