Here be dragons

I'm in house full of people, they're preparing a wedding. There's a lot a fussing going around, and a lot of men and women doing a lot of things everywhere. The room I' sitting in is painted white and full of golden light. I'm in front of a vanity, with a ring of light around the mirror and makeup products on the top. A older woman is with me, asking me to stay still while she does my hair. I suddently realise that I'm the bride. The groom come in: it's a incredibly tall man with large shoulders and dark brown hair, and quite a bit of stubble. I don't know him, but he seem nice and quite sweet. He is exicted about his clothes: He's wearing a crisp white shirt, a black bowtie and tuxedo jacket, with a golden skirt going down to his ankles and adorable black heels. I squee and compliment him, he's smiling like a kid.