Desert Wedding

I had two dreams last night, and from what I can remember, both have to do with weddings and deserts.

In the first one, I think I was going to get married, and there were a ton of people out in the desert, and to get where I was going to get married we had to trek up some cool rock formations that look like something out in Moab. Only I wasn't walking. I was being pulled in a rolling suitcase. Like I climbed inside and was zipped up. Five people were, actually. Most of the suitcases were pale pink, but one was hot pink. I don't know if we made it up there or not.

In the next dream, I was once again going to get married, and for some reason we (me, my parents, and my little brother) drove to Arizona to find my wedding dress. We didn't stay at a hotel, but some sort of church that was used as an overnight place for whoever needed it. So people were staking out places to sleep on the couches and stuff. And there were a lot more couches, and they were really big. Since the place was used as an overnight stop for a lot of people, all sorts of stuff was set up to entertain kids. Like some sort of wii game where you had to follow a path around. Mark (my little brother) did one level all right except he didn't walk backwards through part of it like you were supposed to. Some of the levels you were flying, and if you didn't reset something, if you died enough times it was game over, but if you reset something you never got a game over. We were supposed to meet a couple of people from a family in my ward back home to help me shop for the dress, one of the girls who has just gotten married and her mom. Only instead, her brother came.