Most of you may not find this interesting, but if you like crazy dreams or know a thing or two about them, read on. My dream two nights ago was probably the most vivid I have had in a long time.
I was pregnant. But I didn't look pregnant. As a matter of fact, I'd done a show at 7 months and no one even noticed my little pooch except for me. My family knew, but no one knew who the father was. I was laying on my couch in Ohio and started to go into labor. My mother convinced me to relax and so I drifted off to sleep, only to wake up right as the baby insisted on coming. I tried to catch the child myself, but my parents - who were also delivering (ew) told me to let them take care of it. Within a minute, I had a little boy.
My mother said a first and middle name and I said, "That's his name!" She said that I didn't have to name him that just because she said it and I replied, "Well, I've never even though of little boy names, so that one will work just fine." It was a very plain name, but I can't for the life of me remember it now. I just remember it was a very plain, yet antiquated name I never would have picked.
I kept falling asleep and then waking up and the setting changed from my home in Ohio to my condo in Utah. Soon, my entire family on my mother's side started showing up for a party/movie night. They all congratulated all of us on the new baby, but no one seemed to know he was mine or that he had just been born. As I was drifting in and out, I kept waking up in a panic wondering where my baby had gone to, but someone was always holding him.
I thought I needed to feed him, but my family told me he didn't need to eat. I looked at my stomach and everything was as taut as it is now. I experienced no pain in the delivery and was having no soreness post-delivery. I was shocked and wondered why I'd waited so long and have been so scared to have a baby. I was concerned I'd seen no placenta, but in the dream remembered it was a dream so things work differently.
Since my family was watching the baby, I went across the hall to another apartment (there is no "across the hall" at my condo, FYI), whereupon a very handsome, muscular man snuck up behind me and gave me a huge hug. I turned around and smooched him a good one - that kind that means love. He told me how much he loved me, kissed me again, and I woke up.
I guess he was the father? Regardless, I never ever ever have kissing dreams, so that was kinda fun! But what is it with me and the babies when I have no maternal instincts whatsoever? And maybe I shouldn't eat myself into a food coma at Cheesecake Factory right before bed...