Last night, I dreamed several novels worth of stories...

Ryan patiently listened to me recall them this morning as we laid in bed, enjoying the time change. I'll just share a 'short' clip from the dream that was least nonsensical...

Mandy and I were walking down Sherman, towards the beach. We had just left our dorm room in Printy (on Sherman in Muskegon), and I was trying to give her a piggy-back ride. She kept leaning forward and causing me to fall. We'd laugh and try again. Then she overcompensated by leaning back, and we'd fall backwards onto the cement sidewalk. Suddenly I felt guilty...for falling repeatedly. "Mandy! You really need to just balance on your own. It's not good for my baby to keep falling like this." Then the thought struck me that maybe Mandy was just a little too heavy for me to be carrying around right now. (Regardless of how tiny Mandy actually is...she is an adult. And I'm pregnant. I don't even pick up Liam.)
Since it was Sunday, I had to drive back to Cedarville. I always dreaded this, but it was worse this time. She had switched schools and we would not be roommates anymore, so we hugged and cried as we said goodbye.

Then, I went back to church. I was wandering around the foyer in the old Calvary building, squeezing through the crowds, occasionally responding to the many "Congratulations!" I was hearing about the baby.

Suddenly, it was actually a school day...and I was a teacher there, but everyone was treating me like a student. I kept getting tardies and I couldn't find my locker or my next class. As I ran up and down the stairs in the back of the building (the ones that led to Lynn's English room and all the way up to the roof), I kept trying to explain to my friends that I was NOT a student anymore, but no one believed me.

Fortunately, I could always just go to the safety and solace of my dad's office. But when I arrived, I realized that my women's Sunday School class was going on right then...in my Dad's office. The seats around the table were all full and Gail Rockey was just passing out the music for our special four-part harmony song (we were performing the following Sunday in the service). Everyone was singing, trying to learn their parts.
Someone asked me if I had heard Ed Breitenbach's sermon. They were mad about something he said. But, I had missed it...Mandy and I had skipped the service to walk to the beach.

I got up to go to the bathroom (there was a bathroom in his office). As I looked around in the restroom, I noticed the shower curtain was exactly the same as the one in my bathroom at home! And I thought about how funny it was that there was a hotel style bathroom in my dad's office, complete with a bathtub.

I was just about to leave the bathroom when I looked in the mirror and was horrified to find that I was naked. Though I did have a towel. As I wrapped the towel around me, I realized that I had a good reason for being naked. I had just given birth to my baby! Everyone would understand. They probably wouldn't even notice that I had lost my clothes. I was so happy to be holding my beautiful baby boy. I wrapped him in another towel and walked out the door.
My mom was busy at the desk trying to solve a computer problem with another lady and hardly even noticed me holding her newest grandchild. As you can guess, I was pretty offended. "Mom!! I just had my baby! Look!"

He had thick dark reddish-brown hair, and blue eyes. And rosy cheeks. Really. He was amazing.