Last night I dreamt:
1) That I was in Utah. A huge tidal wave hundreds of feet tall was travelling to Utah from the Gulf Coast. I had my baby, and was frantically trying to pack up everything I would need for her so we could make a run for it. Only, the carseat wasn't installed yet, I had never changed a diaper, didn't know how to feed her, and forgot both her blankets and her diapers. When I finally put her in her carseat, I put her in sideways.
2) That I was at a fair with my dad and my brothers and we were having a beer drinking contest. I was pregnant, as I am now, and didn't think twice about pounding a few forties with the menfolk. When a stranger walked by and said, "You shouldn't be drinking that!" I asked why not. When he informed me that I was pregnant and my baby would come out messed up, I was filled with inconsolable guilt and quit the contest. My dad finished my beer for me.
I've never had beer before, but in my dreams it tastes like maple syrup.
3) That I put my baby to sleep one night and never went back to check on her until five the next evening. I had forgotten about her. And it was a terrible feeling.
4) That I was the Duchess of Devonshire.
No wonder I wake up exhausted.