I dreamt I had a miscarriage. That was the commencement, but then I dreamt that I became pregnant again. Before I was due for labour, my husband, whoever he is (since it's a freaking dream), went jungle trekking with 2 friends.
I said 'jungle trekking' for the lack of better word, but what they were actually doing was to climb or attempt to climb, a tree. It sounds silly being written like this, but that tree is no ordinary tree. In many aspects it is like the Faraway Tree; it reaches up to the clouds, there are probably plentiful of wildlife living on the branches and in its trunks; and I wouldn't be surprised if it grows cherries at one corner and acorns higher up.
(The last sentence is partly, but highly influenced by my imagination)
While my husband applied himself to jungle trekking with his friends, I was dining with a girl friend, and at one point I tripped, being clumsy and heavy and fat. As a consequence I nearly had a second miscarriage =(
Somehow or other I was transported to a hospital and they called up my husband down from somewhere up the tree (I bet he was nowhere near the treetop) and I saw (since this is a dream) as though from a narrator's perspective, the tree itself.
It looked like a normal tree, with large green leaves on immense branches, but nothing in comparison to its gigantic trunk; and the most fascinating thing of all is that it hangs a few feet off the ground. How unrealistic, but how intriguing! =)
So my husband (yeah I know he's non-existent, but as I said, it's just a freaking dream) skimmed down the tree in a hurry, and he rushed to the hospital with his friends. It was at that point when I recognised 2 faces out of 3 and realised who they were.
I probably shouldn't reveal their identity though XD
Never mind I'll give a few hints later on. Anyway, the doctor said that I must go for operation to deliver the baby, and I must change into more suitable clothes for it. So that's what I did, and we were all grouped outside the operation theatre; with my husband saying a whole load of encouraging stuff (in real life this would make me exceedingly impatient, whether others may think it is sweet or not) and I was looking at him when he was talking (probably stuff like "don't be afraid") and I glanced behind him at his friend who was wearing a T-shirt with the numbers 42 on it, but backwards.
(The above is an innuendo devoid of malicious implications.)
USE YOUR IMAGINATION
(if you don't get it, never mind. You're just missing out on a joke heh heh heh)
So I repeat, for Enya's sake, that I was looking at my husband, and then I looked past him to glance at his friend wearing the 24 T-shirt. My husband noticed me looking, so I looked back at him and kissed him on the lips. Then I walked into the operation theatre.
This last part of my dream is foggy, but I recall climbing onto the operating table and lying on it. There was a jerk downwards, a falling sensation, and I woke up.
The End.
I hope you enjoyed reading about my dream *sarcastic*
p.s. When I woke up, I kept on feeling my stomach. It was a great change, because I felt so fat in the dream wtf