Pregnancy dream

Last night, probably because I looked at pictures of pregnant celebrities right before bed, I dreamed I was going to have a baby. It was apparently time to give birth, so I was put into this giant helicopter (the interior was more like that of a blimp) and quickly flown toward the hospital, along with my brothers and a few other people I can’t remember. There was a grizzled man in charge of the helicopter who kept reassuring me that all was well, but I was nervous because things didn’t seem quite right.

Finally at one point I looked down at my stomach and saw that it wasn’t sticking out nearly enough. It looked just like it looks now (which is much better than how it looked in a previous dream).

“How am I pregnant?” I yelled. “Where’s the baby?”

Everyone seemed to notice me for the first time. “Huh. I guess you’re not having a baby after all,” the grizzled man said. He told the helicopter pilot to turn around.

“If I have to pay for this helicopter ride, I’m going to be pissed,” I told my brother AJ.

“You shouldn’t have to,” he said.

“But I don’t have insurance.”

“You’d probably only have to pay if you did have insurance.”


  1. Hi Heather,

    I was chatting with Robert Koontz and mentioned to him that Willie Costley was on Jeopardy. I Googled and found your post about this. I didn’t know it was your blogsite until I noticed the author of the post. So then I clicked on pixelscribbles (nice name by the way), and just read your post about dreaming you were pregnant. I see that Snooki’s recent announcement has weighed heavy on your heart. I always appreciate your writing. Just passing along some kudos.

    I hope all is well. Tell the rest of the Aubrey clan I said “hello.” I’ll catch you later on Facebook. Take care.

    Your friend,

    Jon Anderson

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