Last night my dream revolved around me being pregnant. The question of how I became pregnant didn’t arise until about halfway through my dream. I wasn’t showing at all, but somehow I was pregnant, and on my due date, I went into the hospital. While in the hospital, they attached a tag to my shirt, predicting when I would give birth. While wandering through the hospital, I saw some of my junior highers from subbing, and when they asked why I was there, I declared I was pregnant. It was at that point that I realized that I was pregnant and unmarried, and wondered if my students were judging me.
During my time at the hospital, my friend Sharla asked to take me out. We went to downtown historic main street in Ames. There, on a side street was some tribute to the Beatles or where one of the Beatle’s lived. Said Beatle approached us, and offered Sharla a rum & coke—however, I knew from the tone that he was offering her actual cocaine. Sharla, not realizing this, was about to accept, so I had to decline the offer of illegal drugs for her. We got back on the road, and at one point I had to use the bathroom. We stopped on our way into Roland, and my water broke. Only shortly before this did I realize that I could feel the baby’s heartbeat in my stomach,, (which to me was the quickening—even though I know that’s not the definition of quickening) and I thought it odd that it happened so late. She brought me to the house I grew up in and I fell asleep. Apparently I had the baby during the night, and in the morning I found Hope holding the baby—realizing I’d never packed a hospital bag or purchased a car seat. Moreover, I was still wondering how I became pregnant.
I think my present state of living with a pregnant Krystal is affecting my dreaming.
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