last night i had about the coolest dream i can ever remember having in my entire life. in fact, this beats the dream i had when i was a freshman in college about christian slater being my boyfriend and going babysitting with me. this even beats the guacamole/nipple dream.

the dream was a bit odd, because it was very real. in the dream, i was laying in bed dressed only in my flannel encased down comforter and satiny underpants (which was what i wore to bed last night).

so in the dream i was laying there on my side, almost to sleep (can you see how this was all very disconcerting and odd) when i fell a body next to me. there is a man in bed with me. he pulls me to him and kisses my back. he’s long, like me. because his kneecaps fit perfectly in my kneepits and his feet reach all the way to my ankles.

“Look,” he says, “our whole little family fits in the bed.” he’s pointing to the cats, curled up at my feet.

in the dream i turn to face him, only it’s kinda difficult becaue i am really, very quite pregnant. HUGELY pregnant.

i finally manage to get me and the belly over to the other side. i’m layig in bed next to an orangey haired man, and he rubs my belly.

“you think someday we won’t all be able to fit in the bed?”
“doesn’t matter,” i say. “my arms are long enough to hug everyone.”

he smooches me on the forehead and then says, “i’ll get you some ice cream now.” i woke up as he got out of bed.

weird.