Two Dreams…

I had two dreams last night, and they are both very, very fucked up.

In the first one, I was pregnant (I love pregnant dreams because when I wake up afterwards in a cold sweat, there’s that moment of “When the hell did THAT happen??”). And I was around 12 weeks into it (coincidentally about as far as my friend’s pregnancy) so I decided to get an ultrasound, or hear the heartbeat or something. So I went to some weird doctor’s office where the nurse was trying to act like the doctor and I was very uncomfortable about the whole thing because you’re a NURSE(!!) and I don’t want to get naked in front of a nurse. The doctor-wanna-be also kept trotting a little girl in the room. WTF? I woke up and thought, I am so glad the baby has qualified medical professionals.

Wait, dummy…you’re not pregnant. Oh, yeah!

In the second one, I was apparently not pregnant, but I was at someone’s house. (I know whose house but I have never ever been to her house or even met her in real life, but I knew for certain where I was!). Her little brother was playing some sort of RPG and for some reason I decided to help my friend by carrying a number of crystal glasses (including my own toasting flutes from my wedding). Of course, I wanted to carry more than I reasonably could, so I had all these glasses in my arms and I was walking very slowly. The friend’s mom was waiting for them, and she helped me put them all down. She kept taking glasses from my arms, and sometimes even little knickknacks (ceramic elephants, etc).

WTF??