Ye Gods.

Ah, dreams.

I dreamed that I discovered I was pregnant, but wasn't worried about it, UNTIL - my old band director, Mr. R, showed up at a music event that I was performing at.

Background: I spent my entire first two years of high school working hard to impress him and he is one of the reasons why I love music. He is also very proper and conservative, and I know he would be horrified to find out I'm seventeen and pregnant already. (On a side note, I'm not necessarily conservative but I respect his beliefs.)

For the next few hours in the dream, I was wearing a baggy dress shirt and trying to somehow suck in my pregnant belly. I was terrified of facing Mr. R one-on-one because I was sure he'd be able to tell. I was supposed to be doing something with my hands, probably playing flute or conducting, but I was afraid to because then my shirt could get twisted and my pregnancy would be obvious. I was so afraid of what his face would look like when he found out, full of shock and disappointment.

SAME NIGHT, DIFFERENT DREAM:

I was having a conversation with (a man I assumed to be) my next door neighbor, John. He looked skinnier and more tired than the real, non-dream John, and had a kind of haunted face with dark circles around his eyes and washed-out skin. We had good conversations, standing outside in between the houses bundled up in coats, and there was always classical music playing when we talked. I found it very pleasant.