Pregnant Dream @ MindSay

Alright. Y'all gone think I'm crazy (-er) but I had to write this dream down.  Any interpretations, serious or entertaining, is purely optional.

This morning I had a disturbing dream about my oldest daughter Lauryn.  She had a doctor's appointment because I suspected that she had a urinary tract infection.  The doctor comes in and tells me: "Mrs. Miner...I don't know how to tell you this, but your daughter is pregnant."  "How can this be?!" I shout. "She's only seven!!"  The doctor explains that she started ovulaing for the first time (at 7, though??) and just so happened to have had intercourse within that time period.  'Great', I exclaim,  'before she even gets her first cycle...the first mothafuckin egg that drops get fertilized!'

I ask her if anyone has been hurting her, she says no.  I ask her if she knew how females get pregnant she says yes, and explains to me in textbook fashion how babies were made.  My mouth is hanging wide open and I ask her how did SHE get pregnant and she says Mel Gibson molested her.  She says it's okay because she liked it and it didn't hurt, "He was really gentle, momma.  he knew what he was doing," She says. 

I snap, I slap her, I cry  and this is where the dream starts getting weird.....

Apparently I know where Mr. Gibson lives and it only takes me 2 seconds to get there from the doctors office ( I know, I gotta talk to my dream's director about that).  I confront him, and he tells me that Lauryn asked him to have sex with her and he couldn't resist because she has the backside of a grown up.  I'm screaming, saying she's only 7 years old, I tell him that even R. Kelly would throw up at the thought of penetrating someone in the single digits and he laughs.  I pull out a gun and lay his nasty ass to waste without blinking.

Fade to black and I'm now at home on my front porch, trying to figure out how I'm going to tell Lauryn I shot her baby's daddy, and I open the door to find her panting on the couch, legs in stirrup (coming out of the couch?) & her belly is about as big & as round as a soccerball (Wait, wait, wait...I think to myself *still dreaming* and 10 minute gestation period? WTF, dude!).  Greg's on the receiving end, and she pushes.  Out comes a little dark chocolate baby that looks exactly like she did when she was a newborn, except that it's a boy.  Greg cries and hands me the baby, telling me to feed it because Lauryn doesn't have breasts yet... 

I guess that was more than my subconscious could handle because I woke up, upside down, head hanging off the edge of the bed, one sock on and my pajama shirt around my neck, arms crammed awkwardly through my bra straps....

What the hell is wrong with me?

about having a baby...so weird, it was a little girl, and i didn't tell anyone in my family i was pregnant. it was just so vivid...

she was beautiful

okay i don't really want to talk all about this, do i?

i'm in a weird mood today...

i wish it was real...

i'm crazy

First things first...

Last night I had a dream that I was in a lab with Cal and I was watching him study for a neurotoxins test, and so he leaves and I am bitten by a snake that looks exactly like Gwen (my 6 foot columbian boa, which is not poisonous), but when it bites me, I can feel my leg throb with pain from poison and it burns sooo bad!  So I look at the place where the antivenoms are stored, and I use the "C" concoction, I jab the needle into my arm and put the antivenom into me, and it was the right one, I couldn't believe that it wasn't a dream, it felt so real, then I woke up o.0

My interpretation of that dream is that I have a problem, and the solution is right there for me to fix it...

Today was okay, I cleaned my room...scary, and went a few places with my mom, then after that I drove to the apartment and oh god this cricket is bothering me to no end...I think I will kill it...screw karma!!! ><!

But yeah, we had wonderful sex, it was fun because I fought him the WHOLE way, almost in earnest, then it was scrumptious, I think he's gotten bigger though ><!

Then we went bowling, I used to bowl 180s when I was 10, but now I'm down to 20, lol, and I broke a nail up into the quick...again, so I cried about it...goddamn I cried about my nail!  I've just been so easily set off today, is that a side effect of being pregnant? Along with the bigger boobs? Eeep, I hope I'm not, but I will type tomorrow why I'm pissed...nightnight