I can't remember exact details, but I remember being at this old townie bar somewhere, and in the dream I had been there in the past and met all the people who worked/frequented there. I had gone that particular night to go get a jacket I had forgotten or something. As I was leaving, I wanted to take some french fries with me that they had just made. They were really greasy. Somehow I was walking back out to my car, and ended up not driving it. Skip was calling me to figure out where I was, because I wasn't home yet. Then I was walking through a weird forest/field, like towards a festival or something because I was walking towards music (all this was at night). Then it was like I was in the middle of a big race, and all these people were screaming because they had just run through a huge swarm of bees, which was now stinging me. I was freaking out because it hurt, plus I was thinking I was going to swell up and die. Sarah C and Andy Z were there, too. The stings didn't swell, but I had 4 or 5 of them all up and down my hands and arms and they itched. I remember crawling through some vines or woods, and then I was at another outdoor bar.
I also dreamt that I was in a department store shopping for pregnancy clothes, and I was already nine months along. However, no one believed me because I was barely showing. Then I was in my old bedroom/guest room at my mom and dad's, and it was like I was recovering from a surgery or something. They told me I had already had the baby, a boy-- Preston Charles-- but that they had put me completely under anesthetic because I had been in so much pain. I was happy to have the baby (whom I never met in the dream...), but I was so mad at everyone because I said I didn't have the memories of his birth, and I could never get them back.
No wonder I toss and turn at night...
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