Last Night I had a Dream

Last night I had a dream. In it I was talking with a dear friend about how her retirement and book writing were going.

By the way, in the dream, I was pregnant.  It was almost a side-note; it was so natural. There wasn’t any drama or trial about it.  It just was.

So in the midst of this lovely conversation, I told her that it was a boy.

Just like that.  I was pregnant, and it was a boy.

And then I woke up.  And I’m not pregnant, and it’s not a boy.

Nightmares don’t always feature monsters and terror.  Sometimes they come as ghosts of what is not.