Someone Had A Dream That I Was Pregnant

Okay, so, grab your coffee, settle in, because I have got to tell you about this dream. Seriously, you are not going to believe this one. It’s one of those dreams that sticks with you, you know? Like, you wake up and you’re just… wondering. And the craziest part? It wasn’t even my dream. Nope.

It was Sarah’s dream. You know Sarah, right? The one with the adorable corgi and the slightly-too-loud laugh? Yeah, that Sarah. She called me yesterday, all flustered, and I was like, "What's up?" expecting some drama about her dog or a work thing. Little did I know, I was about to become the star of her subconscious playtime. Talk about unexpected plot twists!

So, she starts telling me, and I swear, my jaw hit the floor. She dreamt that I was pregnant. Me! Can you even imagine? I mean, my life is pretty much built on spontaneous pizza orders and Netflix binges. Babies are, like, a whole other level of commitment. A level I’m pretty sure I haven’t even qualified for. It’s like showing up to a marathon with flip-flops on.

And it wasn't just a quick "Oh, she looked pregnant" kind of dream. No, no, no. Sarah described it in detail. She said I was glowing. Glowing! I wish I could glow that much just by drinking an extra glass of water. Apparently, I was cradling my belly, like, all maternal and serene. Me, serene? That’s a concept worth exploring in therapy, I think.

She said I looked… happy. Really, genuinely happy. And you know what? That’s the part that got me. Because if someone is going to dream about me being pregnant, I’d rather it be a happy pregnancy, right? It’s not like she dreamt I was juggling flaming chainsaws while simultaneously giving birth. Though, let’s be honest, that might also be in the realm of possibility for some of my wilder dreams.

But this was different. It was soft. It was… nurturing. Sarah even said she saw a little nursery in the background of her dream. With tiny little booties and a mobile with little stars. Like, it was a full-on domestic bliss scenario. I’m picturing it now, and it’s so out of character for my current existence, it’s almost comical. My current "nursery" is more like a strategically organized pile of laundry.

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And the kicker? She said she woke up and immediately wanted to know if I had a secret boyfriend I’d forgotten to mention. Like, who hides a whole pregnancy and a nursery? That’s some next-level secret-keeping. I’m usually the one who blurts out spoilers for movies before anyone’s even sat down. So, yeah, a secret baby? Not exactly in my skill set.

Naturally, my first thought was, "Okay, what have I been eating before bed?" Because, let’s be real, some of my midnight snack choices are questionable. Maybe I accidentally scarfed down a baby-themed cookbook? Or perhaps a tiny stork flew into my window and left a brochure?

Then I started thinking, what does this even mean? Is my subconscious trying to tell me something? Am I secretly craving a life of little ones and lullabies? Because right now, my primary craving is for a nap that lasts longer than three hours. And maybe a really good burrito. Babies and burritos are, in my current estimation, mutually exclusive for peak happiness.

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Sarah, bless her heart, was convinced I was holding out on her. She was like, "Are you SURE you're not pregnant? Because in the dream, it was so real!" And I was like, "Sarah, unless I’ve been sleep-conceiving for the past nine months and just haven't noticed, I’m pretty sure I’m still just me." It’s a wild thought, isn’t it? Like a sci-fi movie plot where I’ve been replaced by a pregnant doppelgänger.

She also asked if I had any strange cravings. And I thought, well, I did have a sudden urge to organize my spice rack last week. Does that count? Is that a pre-baby nesting instinct? Or am I just getting old and my brain is finally catching up with my organizational deficiencies?

The whole thing has me thinking, though. Dreams are weird, aren't they? They take bits and pieces of our lives, our hopes, our fears, and mash them all together into these bizarre little narratives. And sometimes, they project them onto the people closest to us. So, in Sarah’s dream world, I’m apparently ready for motherhood, complete with a serene glow and a perfectly decorated nursery.

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Meanwhile, in my actual waking life, I’m still trying to figure out how to keep my houseplants alive. Which, to be fair, is a form of nurturing, albeit a less… inconvenient one. My fern, Bartholomew, is currently looking a bit droopy. Maybe Bartholomew needs a little brother or sister? No, definitely not. Bartholomew needs more sunlight.

It’s funny, though, how a dream can make you re-evaluate things, even if it’s just for a fleeting moment. I mean, for a split second, I thought, "What if?" What if I did have a secret desire to have kids that I'd suppressed? What if this dream is some kind of cosmic nudge? A gentle, or not-so-gentle, tap on the shoulder from the universe saying, "Hey, have you considered a different life path?"

But then I remembered the sleepless nights. The endless diaper changes. The sheer, unadulterated chaos that comes with raising a tiny human. And I quickly reassessed my "what if" scenario. Maybe my subconscious is just teasing me. Or maybe Sarah’s subconscious has a really active imagination when it comes to my life.

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She also said that in her dream, I was wearing a really cute maternity dress. Cute maternity dress! Now, I’m not saying I don’t appreciate a good outfit, but the idea of me rocking a maternity dress feels… aspirational, to say the least. My current maternity wear is basically anything that doesn’t have a button that digs into my waist after a particularly enthusiastic pasta dinner. So, a cute one? That’s a dream within a dream.

We laughed about it for a while. Sarah still thinks I’m hiding something, and I’m still trying to convince her that my life is just as exciting (or unexciting, depending on your perspective) as it appears. But it did make me think about the kind of person I am, and the kind of person I might want to be. Dreams can do that, can’t they? They can hold up a mirror, albeit a slightly warped and dream-logic-filled mirror.

And you know what? It wasn't a bad dream to have. I mean, if someone’s going to dream about me being pregnant, I’m glad it was Sarah, and I’m glad it was a happy, peaceful dream. It’s like a little glimpse into a potential future, or maybe just a reminder of the nurturing side that exists within all of us, even if it’s currently focused on keeping Bartholomew the fern alive.

So, yeah. That’s the story. My friend had a dream that I was pregnant. And now I’m here, sipping my coffee, wondering if I should start practicing my lullabies. Probably not. But it’s a fun thought, isn’t it? Just a little bit of dream-induced absurdity to brighten up the day. Now, tell me, have you had any weird dreams lately? Because I feel like we’re on a roll!