Jean walks to the altar, her hands on a bouquet of dandelions, lovingly smiling at you, her spouse.

Her arm joins yours as you listen to the priest's speech and blessing...

Your hand gripped hers as she nuzzled her cheek against yours through her veil.

When the priest announced to kiss the bride, you lifted her veil and exchanged a tender kiss. Your lips locked in a passionate embrace.

But then she awoke… and Jean was confused as to where she was.