I am going to have a baby. I know it’s going to be today and soon. Out on a pier, I lower my shorts to just below my butt, in preparation. Then I just take them all the way off, nude from the waist down, sure it’s common in this situation. I then involuntarily fart and some feces comes out. I’m immediately embarrassed, but then sure it’s also natural in this situation. I turn to lay on my stomach, preparing for the child to come from my rear end, but it never happens. A man comes by and runs the handle of a spoon between my buttocks. This is supposed to be calming or to spur the process, but I don’t notice any effect. I leave, and now I’m with Melissa and I think Brooke in a little bar or coffee shop. They each order a drink, and I ask which decaf teas they have, not wanting to have caffeine while I’m so close to giving birth. He lists quite a few flavors. I ask and then take his recommendation, a purple tea. I ask for it iced, but it comes out blended and in a Human Bean cup, and ¾ full. It looks like Melissa and Brooke got cups from other places also. The drink is pretty tasty, sort of subtly fruity and like a match. We bring these to a new bar, a simple bar counter with maybe a dozen rows of theater seats in front of it. It is very empty here, but we do see Ricky. I think I ask for a Black Russian but don’t ever get one. Melissa and I start talking about how we should take tomorrow off as we’re each scheduled to work and it’s going to be our first day being parents. I’m also thinking that we’re going to need more time than just that and start to wonder if this was planned or not. Either way, I am filled with joy thinking about it. Now a truck backs up to the side of this place. The back is empty save for a single newborn child. I’m thinking that this must be ours just due to the odds of someone else here having a child today, but looking at the child I think there’s no way that it can be, as it doesn’t look like us. Then, another child appears (I’m not sure where the other went) and it’s immediately apparent that it’s ours. He is a very cute and happy boy in just a diaper. He has a cowlick just like me, and I see both of us in him, as well as how I looked like as a child. We pick him up and Mom is here too. She picks him up and he is now so small that he crawls in her palm. She gently pets him. I’m now talking with Melissa about names, as we haven’t yet picked on (*I think this part may have been earlier in the dream). I ask if we know the gender and she confidently says it’s a girl. I ask how she knows and apparently she found out but never told me. She says she wants the name to start with a ‘B’ for some specific reason. I specify a preference for the name Cassandra, though I don’t think Melissa is fond of it. Now, the kid is lined up with some others and its name is about to be revealed. It is Cassandra. They also say some middle name and either mine or her last name. I know Melissa picked the name without collaborating with me, but also that she didn’t like that name.
Friday 6/7/13 Last night bed 12:30 - 7:05 DR NEW AGENT: (IWL watching first episode of Graceland, show about FBI agents) I'm a new agent. Standing outside of a building, looking in at the dark corridor. I'm not scared, I have a flashlight, and I see the light is on at the end of the corridor (watching World War Z on Wednesday IWL.) I shoot all bullets from my pistol, so I have to go to nearest precinct and get some more. I walk into a huge squad room. People dressed in black and white. Most of them are looking at me - I'm the new guy, plus not from their squad. I playing it cool, like Will Smith would do, just saying "Hi, how are ya?" DR: GIVING BIRTH and GETTING MARRIED - can this get any worse? So, I'm very pregnant. Naked, 2 nurses around me. I'm at home. I'm asking them how long till dialating and then how long after. I get a shot in my right knee. Nurse repeats 2 times what it is, but I don't remember. Now I'm in a classic white wedding gown. If I wasn't distracted by the fact that I'm about to give birth, I would so hated that. At the altar, I'm thinking I'm getting married to this girl. Turns out, she is getting married to the girl standing on her left. Why am I in a gown, I don't know. She says she forgot to kiss me, but now it may not be appropriate.
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