I was randomly opening up an old journal and found this in an entry dated October 30, 2001:
(Oh yeah, more of Dream 2):
was pregnant but it was weird. it’s like a bubble. belly button is popping out. Go to the doctor’s. I’m fine. tell Louie we’re going to have a baby…. Then the shape slowly fits more into body, until it disappears… then i’m not pregnant anymore and I wonder what happened.
Why do I want to remember? I don’t know. I just feel like I have to.
"Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen." (Ephesians 4:29)