Last night I had a dream that I haven't had in a long time--the setting was familiar, a train station, in Manhattan and sort of in France. A combo pack. I was pregnant--very--and trying to get home to my dad's house. My brother in law was trying to stop me, he was upset that I was pregnant. My dad was in it. I kept changing locations from Connecticut to Long Island to Manhattan to France.
It was one of those dreams that I woke up part-way through and went back to sleep to keep on going. Katy said that when you dream of being pregnant it means that some change in your body is going to happen.
On a happier note, I have a very good mix of "I'm on Fire" now. About time.
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