It’s a pretty well-known that I have weird dreams. In fact, it’s pretty much a given that on any night of the week I’m going to have some crazy dream that makes absolutely no sense aside from providing entertainment. Last night was no different.
So last night I had a dream that I was pregnant with quintuplets. Even better, I was living on a boat and people were trying to find me. I don’t feel like I was in danger, but people were definitely looking for me. In fact, now that I think about it, it could have been the Mormons I met while I was in Utah. So anyway, I was having quintuplets. But some sort of problem happened and I had to have a C-Section. I went in and they gave me a local anesthetic and cut me open. Then they delivered 3 of my babies. Just 3. And one of them was 7 pounds, 3 ounces (that’s huge for multiple births). The others were tiny premies. I named one of the smaller ones, but subsequently forgot it.
Then they sewed me back up and told me I could carry the other 2 babies to term. Thinking nothing of this, I said that was fine and left the room (walked right out with no problems for that matter). Only then my stomach started morphing into weird shapes. Like a water balloon kinda. My friends on the boat didn’t know what to think. Clearly I was still pregnant, but somehow “less” pregnant than I had been. Then the people looking for me told me I was an alien. So I jumped off the boat and swam away, still 7 months pregnant with 2 babies.
wtf is wrong with my subconscious? lol
Petra 
Summer-Rose 
