Jesus?

last night i had a dream -

it was the day of my wedding
i was set to marry a man i was deeply in love with
but i was deeply troubled by what i was wearing
i wrestled with what i had on for most of the morning
it was all so ugly, i was all so ugly
and i desperately wanted the robes i had seen on others
as the hour of the wedding ceremony approached -
i buckled
i made a dash to a store and purchased more beautiful robes
and at home, so close to the moment i was to be married
i saw that the new robes were ugly and so distorted upon me
that i looked like a man
i could not go to my own wedding
i was overwhelmingly devastated
as the hour of the wedding passed
my 'husband-to-have-been' made a call to me
he was sorrowful that i hadn't shown up to be his bride -
he was sorrowful that i had rejected him at the altar
and my heart broke -
for it wasn't that at all -
i loved this man with all my heart
and i realised i should have just shown up as i was
that was all he asked, that i come and be his
and i woke up