What Do You Blame the Dreams On...

...when you don't eat Mexican food before bed?

So here's the deal.

Two nights ago, I had a dream. One of those crazy, vivid, what in the WORLD dreams that mostly just made me mad because if my body had ONLY invested the energy into actually SLEEPING that it did into DREAMING...well, the day might have been better.

In my dream, the following occurred:

Ryan and I were on vacation and I got sick. Really, really sick. So sick that Ryan thought I needed to go to the emergency room. So he took me, and after my examination, the doctor said to me:

You're in labor.

Ummm...well, Doc, that's really not possible because, you see, I'm not pregnant.

Well, be that as it may, you are pregnant and in labor.

I can't be pregnant! I've never been more confident of anything in my life.

Nevertheless, I was apparently in labor and a short time later, we had a baby girl.

I wasn't happy about this. I sat in the hospital thinking about my crazy busy, crazy spontaneous life and knew THAT was all over.

In the dream, I suddenly jumped from being in the hospital to being at work, playing show and tell with the baby. I told my friend Cindy, "Well we don't have anything for this baby. I mean, we don't even have a car seat."

{How I got to work without a car seat, I don't know.}

"And I don't have more than one bottle, either. I only have the one the hospital gave me. I probably should get more of those."

Cindy asked me the baby's name, and I said, "Oh MAN!!!! We forgot to name her!"

I went in search of Ryan, who was apparently there at the station too...to ask for assistance in naming this baby, and upon finding him, discovered he already named her Josie.

So there I was, with a baby Josie that I had no idea was coming, and I said what any logical Bekah would: "Well, I better update Facebook."

My status read: You know those stories about people that have babies and don't know they're even pregnant? Apparently that can really happen. This is Josie.

And then I woke up. Not on vacation or at work. Just Ryan and Braeya in the house.

WHEW.

I have no idea what this dream means or how it came to be. I do know that last week I dreamed I had a stroke and that wasn't true either, so apparently I need to observe my bedtime routine a BIT more closely and make some kind of alteration.

Maybe I SHOULD eat Mexican food before bed.