Enough with the baby dreams, already!

Let me just say this: I am not pregnant!

However, my brain seems to be. Or wants me to be. Or what have you.

I NEVER DREAM. I still had sleep disturbances as usual, but somehow I had a dream. And I remembered it! My memory was jogged this morning. I had gotten some breakfast for Jameson, and I had been up at school and didn't want to exclude Jon the Little Brother, so he was there. He was wearing a Star Wars-themed shirt from his high school chess team. Then I remembered!

My dream was in the Star Wars universe. Holy yeesh. I was pregnant and had a daughter in this dream. We were somehow in the Star Wars story. I wasn't really a particular character, but I knew Luke Skywalker and I HATED Hans Solo. I could dissociate, though; I KNEW I was in Star Wars, and it totally tripped me out. I even joked "heh, if this kid were a boy I could have named him Anakin Skywalker" (even though the father wasn't Luke Skywalker, that I could gather). Luke was very protective of my daughter, and Luke had a teenaged son who also looked after her. We were all very close.

The only action I remember about the dream (rather than just inherent knowledge of the situation, as above) was that Luke went off to fight the Empire and his son stayed with me and my daughter. Oh! And I was carrying her around thinking "I MAKE baby slings...why the heck don't I have one? I should go home and make one right away!"

I know when one dreams about snakes it signals change...what the hell do dream babies mean!?

Damn you, hormones. Damn you.