Last night I dreamed that my husband and I were on a plane to Germany...
in this dream I was 7 to 8 months pregnant...
The airplane went crashing down...
Skidding into a snowy field, harming noone, but seriously freaking out all of the passengers and passersby.
Everyone walked away from the accident completely unscathed, but I gave birth moments later to a healthy baby boy. I even named him, but I cannot remember the name. All I could do was cuddle him and adore him... and think about the fact that he was going to be a dual citizen of both Germany and the U.S.
How completely freakish is that?
Lately, my husband and I have been discussing our future and our goals for it. Children and purchase of a home feature very prominent in our plans. However, it seems so wierd to have had this dream. I guess my mind is working overtime... huh?





