the wedding with too many printed purses

ok, so......i dreamed that our friend the l.o. got married last night......with a slightly russian flavor....it was in a big tent out at the restored shaker village....and at one point the friends of the bride and groom were dressed as russian peasants and did russian folk dances in lieu of an orchestral entrance......kinda like the wedding dance youtube clip only cozier.....and then i reached for my purse to get out my camera, and i could not find my purse.....and even though the wedding was not yet over, i started in searching for it....and there were many styles of sizes of this maker of cloth purses.....and i must have touched every one before i eventually found my own under my own chair.....and then i opted to sit inside the stone building rather than under the tent for the reception....at a table with scholarly friends of the family....and there was a department head who was admonishing teaching staff about the number of parties held by the department versusd actual seminars......and i moved my stuff, and my husband's stuff- i was saving him a seat....and it was then that i realized that i had not told him that i had found my purse, and he came in with the cosmetic bag that matches my purse only for me to tell him to take it back where he found it because it wasn't mine......sadly, my dream scenario failed to cover essentials such as cake and reception savories...the important details....ah well......