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I had a dream that I was 9 mos. pregnant ready to have my baby. My stomach was so big I made my husband take a side shot photo with my phone. We were extremely happy and content I was going to have a baby! We decided we were going to name him Andres Miguel. My husband and I went to a hospital I’m not familiar with to have my baby by C-section. At first we were admitted but had to leave because another girl was giving birth in the same room and it got too crowded considering Covid-19 concerns, but nobody was wearing a mask and I found that odd. Later on I came back to the hospital to have my baby. In the next scene I realized that me being pregnant was only a dream (so I had a dream within a dream) and I got very sad because I really wanted that baby. Me, my sister Carrie and maybe another person went to a woman I know named Lori’s apartment. When we got there I thought she was only away and began helping myself around. I found a bottle of Makers Mark whiskey and began to drink it because I was sad. I nearly drank the whole bottle but was surprised I didn’t get drunk. I stopped drinking and learned that Lori actually died and was never coming back. My husband then showed up and we were talking. I saw on his face a curiosity and disappointment because he smelled alcohol on my breath but I wasn’t concerned because I didn’t get drunk. I then came across a friend from my childhood named Lee and wanted to be with him she I had my husband thrown in jail but he was a teenager suddenly when thrown in jail.
In the dream I felt sad about not having my baby Andres, not worried because I drank whiskey and didn’t get drunk and then disgusted because I wanted Lee and threw my teenage husband in jail, and even now awake I’m so disgusted and ashamed and not sure why I would even have a dream that
