The dream began with me being in labor. Unlike my two previous dreams where I gave birth, I wasn't agonizing over it. I was cool, calm and collected. I only complained a little ("I don't want another baby! I already have two kids at home!") and didn't regret not having an abortion. I thought the whole thing would be a piece of cake. No pain at all. I was in a hospital, by the way.
The next thing I knew, I was somewhere else, on AOL, trying to figure out who the father of my baby was. For some reason, I thought it was someone I'd met online, but I wasn't sure.
Suddenly, I was in a department store with my parents, browsing through a rack of tacky shirts on clearance. They had "Rent" and "Whistle Down the Wind" shirts. Um. This part of the dream didn't last long. I was transported back to the hospital. I looked down, and was no longer pregnant! I walked over to the "birthing table" (it wasn't a hospital bed, it looked like a kitchen counter) and saw a stack of clean towels sitting on it. Somehow, this told me that I'd already had the baby. I named the baby "Aidan" (figuring it was a boy) and began walking out of the "hospital" (by this time, it had turned into a beach house) and onto the beach. That's when I woke up.
There's another thing I remember from my dream, but I'm not sure when it happened. I was out in a parking lot, next to an enormous, navy blue van. The van was old and dusty and rusty, and there was a little boy trapped inside. That's all I remember about that.
