Yet another interesting side effect of pregnancy (not wholly unexpected - after all, the pregnancy books give full warning and explanation) is the occurrence of vivid and dramatic dreams. This shouldn't be too startling, since my dreams are always pretty vivid anyway, but recently they've taken on exceptional brilliance. This, tinged with a faint rooting in reality, gives the whole thing a ludicrous tinge of the really absurd.
Last night we had our Bible study at Amanda's house. This was our 'off'' week for couples, meaning that we girls met to do our study while the guys met elsewhere to do their study. Amanda served us this delicious peanut butter chocolatey confection that was really outstanding - not too sickly sweet, like Reeses cups, but just right. I ate several bites.
So last night I had this dream about leaving Amanda's apartment, and somehow Michael and I were driving separately, and for some reason I had smuggled him a bit of the peanut butter treat. I had thought to meet up with him in the parking lot, but when I called his cell phone to locate him, he was already on 85 heading north! The confection was soft and gooey, and it started melting in my hand, and I kept speeding to try to catch up with him so I could give him a bite...very random. And flavoured with just enough truth to be really funny.
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