I was about to get married to this Jewish girl, who of course I was ass-over-teakettle for, and that involved converting to Judaism. So that's what I did, and I looked the part too: black suit, wide-brimmed hat, the beard and glasses that I already have...the works. So it was just before the ceremony, and I was waiting in some little room aside the main part of the temple, studying and reciting some Hebrew something-or-other that I was going to have to say when I went into the temple, when my best man (nobody I know in real life) comes up to me and asks me why I decided to go through all the trouble of converting to another religion that (ostensibly) I don't really believe in. My memory is fuzzy, but my response was something like, "When I realized that she is so valuable to me that the idea of converting so I could marry her didn't bother me at all, I decided I should just go ahead and do it already." Then I woke up. Like I said, it was a very weird dream. Why marriage? I dunno. Why Judaism? I dunno. I do know I'm a non-practicing Catholic and I never have sex dreams, so maybe this was all my brain had to work with that hadn't been ruled out yet. Or maybe it was a secret message from God. Like I said, I dunno. This isn't an issue per se, just throwing it out there to see if anyone feels like reading the tea leaves.