I know that I was dreaming for a while, but this is the only part I can remember with enough clarity to record. I was going to meet this guy that I had been engaged to after years of not seeing him. I was solemn about it, though. I wasn't excited to see him or anything. It was as if the marriage was arranged. I felt obligated to go meet him. This arranged marriage feel I think is also emphasized by the fact that I was wearing a kimono, which is a traditional outfit (I'm a bit Japanese, too). The picture I had of him in my mind looked like Kevin Kline in the movie French Kiss. I adore that movie and I love his character! I opened the door to his apartment and saw him sitting in a recliner with a beer, watching T.V. He looked a lot different. He was unshaven and dirty and the house was a mess, too. I'm pretty sure there was a girl in a recliner next to him who was similarly messy. I just walked up to him and gave him a hug, resting my head on his stomach. He had a beer belly and I remember for some reason that it was hard. I just cried, thinking I didn't want to marry him anymore.