Last night I had quite the dream. In it, I was apparently two months pregnant. I was comfortable with that, but I felt the need to find a husband to help rise the child. So, I proceeded to propose to Jeremiah Humphries. He accepted. Apparently I already had an engagement ring, as well as two other rings, one of which I wasn't wearing but I was aware of my possession of it.
I was quite bothered by my habit of continuously moving my engagement ring from the left hand to the right hand. In my dream, Tyler also reappeared. I boldly told him I was pregnant in a confident-but-curious-as-to-your-reaction way and fluttered the fingers of my hand with the ring. Later, I wondered as to my choice of Jeremiah as a husband and wondered if it was a good choice for the partner of the rest of my life. Before I could act on my regret, Jeremiah approached me and expressed the same feeling. So we decided to call it off--to my great relief. For some reason, I had forgotten about the pregnancy at this point.
I woke up very relieved.
The night before last I had a dream in which I was building sculptures/shelves that were a pinkish maroon with Dr. Young. During the dream I discussed with him how I didn't know that Nate Young (a senior art student when I was a freshman) was his son (a fact I learned a couple weeks ago). We chatted about that and about my art--how a lot of it is about African-American history/issues. The conversation felt a little strange.
Another recent dream, I do not recall much of, except that I entered a room to talk to Nathan C. about something. When I approached him, I knew it was him, but it looked like Alex P.
