I've got the weirdest dream you'll ever read, right here!
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Background:
I with my dad and pregnant step-mom, who was due last week.
We were all nervous about a midnight labor attack.
This happened about three years ago July.
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I was sleeping, and my dad woke me up saying "C'mon, we gotta go! Grab your bag and run!" So I got my pre-packed hospital bag and we all ran out of the house. I specifically remember wearing an old pair of pink fuzzy slippers. We ran down our steep driveway to get into a huge black limo with red velvet seats and flooring.
Everyone calmed down. There was a KFC bucket on a little table in the limo ( I've never been in a limo! ). My parents dug in like wild people, and were getting the whole car messy. They offered me some, and I gave them a bug-eyed crazy person look. They finished up the bucket, accompanyed by a loud burp from one of them.
I was about to drift off back to sleep in the limo, when I hear this screech of a voice:" Polly wants a CRACKKKER! Polly wants a CRACKKKER!" and I sat up with a jolt.
"Lets get him to say something different." my step-mom said sweetly as she put her hand on her stomach and said " Momma loves the baby.". The voice/baby in her stomach repeated the phrase back in the screeching voice.
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Thats it.
note: this is more for entertainment, as I doubt anyone on earth could decipher this, and I really don't believe it meant anything. Oh, and I do NOT have this good dream recall. EVER. So, enjoy!