I dreamed that I was the best man in a wedding. We were walking up to the place where the ceremony was to be held, but I didnt have my coat on. So, I went back to go get it.
There was some dude giving me a hard time. I apologized to him, but it didnt get much better.
My take is that the wedding between Jesus and the church is about to happen, and I am getting my mantle back, but the devil is giving me a hard time in the process.