I dreamed I was pregnant.
I’ve always been pretty good at remembering my dreams. And if you remember them, you know some seem to stand out more than others. This one did.
There’s nothing unusual about dreaming about a pregnancy (and yes, it was just a dream). I’ve done it often. But I’ve never dreamed about myself being pregnant—and so waddling, call-in-the tow-motor, Mount St. Helen’s pregnant at that. And it was so amazingly vivid!
Most dream interpretations claim it symbolizes a new beginning, new growth, or growing creativity in one’s life.
That would be nice. 
Of course, in the dream I was also struggling with my little piece of luggage, trying to get it down the stairs on my way to the hospital to deliver.
Subtle much, subconscious? 
