I had a nightmare last night that the family and I traveled to Europe when I was 35 weeks pregnant and the baby was born the next day. And it was a 10-pound baby boy, who obviously couldn't wear any of the pink stuff I'd made and we couldn't use the name we've chosen for our baby girl. And for some reason, my trainer got on IM and we showed him to her ... (coincidentally, I found out later today that she had her baby boy today, but he was only 7 pounds 3 ounces! haha.)
I'm sort of afraid to go to sleep tonight.
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haha stupid nightmares.
My dreams have been getting weirder and more vivid. And I've dreamed she's a boy every. single. time. It's frustrating. :)
The other night, I had a dream where I was Harold from Harold and Kumar and I was shopping at a bookstore, like the airport kind, and all of a sudden Robin Williams came in and shot the place up, including hitting me right in the neck. Police came right away (since it was an airport), but he got away. Everyone thought that I was dead, but I was not dead. After I recovered, I went back home and in my dream I could see that Robin Williams had moved in next door and was watching menacingly as I went into the house, but my character didn't know that. And then I woke up.
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Another check in the "con" category!
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