They tease me now, telling me it was only a dream. But does it matter whether it was a dream or reality, if the dream made known to me the truth? ----Dostoevsky
Last night I had another strange dream.
I dreamt that I went to some huge meeting at a church thing. I know one of the ladies that is very Christian was there with her family and so I don't know if it was homeschool related or what. The lady kept trying to do things to get me to hang around her, kind of like in real life.
In the beginning of the dream, I had stopped and met C. again while there. We did some hugging and cuddling, which I really enjoyed. He gave me a Canadian/work pen that he made me promise not to let anyone else get ahold of, especially Jen.
Then, I was thrown back into the middle of everything else going on. In the bathroom, while washing my hands, a large lady came up to me and was asking me all sorts of questions. At first they were normal 'Tell me everything about you' type questions. They soon became more bible related questions and I had no clue how to answer her, but didn't want to admit that. She would ask things like what specific scriptures in particular books of the bible brought me strength or motivated my life. I'd babble a bit, hoping she wouldn't see through my ignorance. I was trying to exit the bathroom and she decided she wanted me to come and sit down with her so we could talk more. I told her I was expected to be with the friend I came with and invited her as well, knowing that the friend would easily take over the conversation and I could just sit and pretend to follow along.
On the way there, the large lady and I got seperated and I continued on to the kitchen. My friend was there and she offered me part of her Sprite, which I eagerly took because I was so thirsty. The bottle of Sprite was hot and instead of putting it in a cup with ice, I poored it into the cooler with the ice. I could see the little dirt flecks floating in the top of the Sprite but was so thirsty I didn't care (Kansas trip flashback?). I positioned the cooler on the edge of the sink so I could use the little poor spout thing to poor it into my cup. When I started drinking it, I realized that the Sprite had largely mixed with the melted ice in the cooler and so it mostly was just water I was drinking.
About this time, they started rounding up all the kids so they could all go play soccer. Most of the parents went with them, so most places were pretty empty inside. I walked into a room that was off the kitchen and Jen was there (which is all pretty funny seeing as how this was a church activity) and I talked to her for a bit. She was sitting in the door way and I sat a few feet away from her on the floor watching tv. After a while I looked over and noticed C. had come back. He was sitting on the other side of Jen and had his arms around her. He was caressing her quite a bit. I wanted to be very jealous, but instead pretended as if nothing was wrong. After a while, C. came over and started talking to me. He kept wanting to rub my legs to feel if they were smoother now that I have the new blade for the razor and the new lotion, but I wouldn't let him because it had been too many hours since I had shaved and felt stubbly.
C. left again and I went back to wandering around some. We were getting ready to all leave the meeting, which was a long, long drive home again. I wanted to go to the bathroom before we got started. In the dream I was suddenly in the very advanced stages of pregnancy (maybe due to the friend I first mentioned being newly pregnant with her fifth child.) An old high school friend showed me where the bathroom was. When I went in, I was bleeding, which I took to mean I was going into labor and was trying to calculate if I should go on home on the group bus and hope I didn't have the baby before I got home or if I would end up trying to go to a hospital there, which I really didn't want to do. While I'm sitting there trying to figure this all out, the said annoying girl I knew from high school kept trying to come in and talk to me. She was crying and complaining about something and I finally said something about not caring because I was busy trying to clean myself from all the blood. She got really upset and stormed off.
In the dream, I knew the baby wasn't mine. I kept laughing to myself because I was thinking how funny it would be to tell people the baby I finally gave birth to naturally (no c-section, no medicine) wasn't even my own. I have no clue who I was carrying it for.
I cleaned up and went out of the bathroom. C. was there to tell me goodbye. He hugged me and kissed me and told me how much he'd miss me. He handed me the pen and scolded me because he said I gave it to Jen, it was in her purse. I apologized and we hugged some more. He told me goodbye and how again how he'd miss me and he left. A lady near by commented how sweet it all was and I said something to her about it not being anything special because he was like that with all the girls. She laughed. I looked at the pen and noticed it was a different pen than the one he had given me originally. I still had the first. This pen had a strange flap on it that could be pulled down and gave all the company/employee information. I put it in my pocket and walked to go find where I needed to go so I could go home.
I don't really remember anything after that.