I had a dream last night… May 28, 2011
• The baby is born normal sized, but it has giant ears.
• I don’t think Aaron is the baby’s father. We are both fine with that. We just spend a lot of time driving around looking for the real father so we’ll know who he is.
• All of my friends from home call me to say they’ve pooled their money and want to fly me home to visit. When we all get together, it turns out they’re staging an intervention because they’re mad that I’m not as involved in their lives as I should be. One of them is mad that they didn’t find out I was pregnant until I was eleven months along. Also, one of my youth group boys is there, walking a dog around the house.
• I’m walking down the street I grew up on. At the end of the street, where there used to be an elementary school, there’s now a giant carnival. I walk through the carnival, get an ice cream cone, and on the other side, where there used to be another neighborhood, there are now a bunch of warehouses where they film porn movies.
• I’m up late, watching TV, and one of those local real estate shows comes on. They’re walking through a bunch of different houses, trying to sell them to me, when the host turns and looks right into the camera. He says that if you’re watching this show, it’s because you got the secret message that in the middle of the show they are showing the last Harry Potter movie, the one that doesn’t come out until the summer. I was FREAKING OUT.
• I am a member of a synchronized swimming team. In the middle of the performance, the fancy music changes over to “Livin’ on a Prayer” by Bon Jovi, and I jump up on a floating platform and I lip synch the song while floating around the pool.
• I move to New Jersey to try to go to college. I think that because I’m from Texas I will get a scholarship because of diversity.
• I go to the doctor and they tell me I have to do the three-hour glucose test, which I am terrified of both in my real life and my dream life. I am mad, and start crying, but then I feel better when they give me a copy of Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH.
I’ve been off the progesterone for a few weeks now, the baby seems to have stuck, and the dreams have settled down a bit. I’m sure Aaron is glad for that. He was tired of listening to the crazy.