Dream Space, The Final Frontier

I'm a silver, female robot. My design is very smooth but art deco. I have a very large, round "skirt" as part of my robot body. I'm in the arms of a golden-colored male robot. The dream switches between first person view and third person perspective at times. I ask him if I am pregnant yet. I don't "feel" pregnant. I sense a wireless or radio signal emanate from his torso, beamed towards mine. Somehow my programming "knows" that I am now pregnant.

The dream transitions to a more realistic setting. I am in my teens, living at my parents house. I have a baby that is a few months old. I fear that the baby will grow his first tooth and make feeding a problem. Sure enough, the baby suddenly has a tooth. I can't feed the baby and it won't let me sleep. Mom and Dad yell about the baby keeping them up. I cry at them, telling them that I am getting no sleep either.

I try putting the baby in a cardboard box with air-holes, so that I don't have to look after it and can get some sleep, but that doesn't sit well with my conscious. I suddenly realize the baby can talk and try to strike a deal with him so that everyone can sleep.