So I had another W dream. I know the last entry was about that, but I’ve been having quite the trippy and surreal dreams of late (on thursday, I dreamt I was being pursued by a near perfect Doctor by the name of Nathan Marks who looked a lot like Mr C). Anyway, in last night’s dream, H was in the dream as well. Yay. The three of us and “our” friends were going to Toronto for some reason. I think W had an event to attend. In the goodness of the dream, we were like the three musketeers and quite close. “Our” friends (more like people that I sorta know and they sorta know too) underestimated this, but indeed, I was quite close to both of them as I pecked H on the lips when I saw him come on the plane. I made the comment to one of our friends when I arrived on the plane that I was not going out with either of them, but everyone thinks we are (which didn’t seem to bother me nor did it bother them). All the planes I dream about look like movie theatres for some reason. In Toronto, we were in driven in these odd open cars that seemed to be half-car, half-float. I had a large paperback book with that I ripped the back of in the car. H and I put our foreheads together for a bit, and I smiled at W. I seemed to be having a great time. Anyway, time jump! H is seeing one of our friends and saying happily it’s good to see them, and have they heard the happy news of W and I? We’re expecting, and they zoom into a Gmail email conversation in which I tell a bunch of people that W and I are expecting a baby in March. Ha! My brain knows how to do math because if I did conceive now, the baby would be born in March as I am. W and I aren’t married, and we won’t get married (just like the last dream). He’s happy but apprehensive because he wants to be there for me, we decide to tell one of his old relatives. An older gentleman who lives in a giant, quiet house. I’ve already started showing a tiny bump by this time, and I bring my no more than 7 daughter (no idea who the father is). The older male relative is quite surprised and says we are making the unborn baby a bastard, it’s wrong, but he knows that if we marry, it wouldn’t make anything better. My cute daughter and I look at a marble statue of an animal (a bear? a penguin?), and I’m generally happy with my situation. I do think that if I were pregnant with W’s child, I wouldn’t be that happy so fast, but the whole thing about not marrying out of wedlock is true. I also wouldn’t tell everyone. H would know of course, but otherwise, I seem quite blase about the fact I am unexpectantly pregnant.
There was this other subplot not including those two that involved the MRH trip people.