This morning, I had such a weird dream. I was in an arranged marriage to a Hasidic Jew who I had only briefly met in the past. Actually, I do know who he is but I have absolutely no idea why he was in my dream; I've only seen him a few times several years ago. Who knows? Anyway, we were married and I remember telling everyone at work (I was still there, I guess) that I'll be hyphenating my last name so I could have a huge, imposing double-foreign, absence of vowels monstrosity. In my dream, I wore the long black skirts, long sleeved blouses and a head covering and he was dressed in the bekishe (long black coat) and black hat. He didn't have a full beard yet. I recall not knowing him very well but having the feeling that I would grow to love him. The dream ended when someone broke all the windows in my car as I was parking by the family house (we lived with his parents.)
Maybe I'm remembering a past life? It was extremely vivid.