Asakiyume mita

Oh wow. How like something out of a story! (Of course in a story, someone would have to agree to be a guest at the wedding; and goodness knows whose wedding it would be, or why they would need to gather strangers as guests.)

I had a... somewhat similar experience in the museum in the crypt of Durham Cathedral, where they keep the bones of St. Cuthbert. The crypt is dimly lit to protect the artifacts, and that day it was (I thought) empty but for me; but when I reached the back, where they keep St. Cuthbert's cross, I met an old woman with long fine ashy hair and a whispery voice

The Romans, she said, saw the Virgin Mary as a young girl, like me. But the Celts knew that the Virgin Mary was an old, suffering woman, like her.

I nodded and smiled, because she frightened me, and inspected the broken crossbar of Cuthbert's cross. She disappeared.

I'm not sure what would happen next in a story. But I bet it would be amazing.