AM Randomness Pt. 3

Another night another dream...


So last night I dreamed that I met Zac Efron at a party at my apartment in Bushwick. (You know, the guy from the three Disney High School Musical films.) In my dream I found him captivatingly attractive and sat down on the arm of the couch on which he was sitting and began talking with him about college basketball.

Suddenly, we both had places to go so we walk to the subway and get on the train together. We ride for awhile, continually talking. What about, I never knew. We were just two very chatty subway riders engaging one another in vibrant conversation. As we rode an urge in me grew that I had to be protective over him, not in a possessive way, but more in a big sister, motherly way. (In my dream I had imagined he was much younger than me, like fifteen or sixteen, but after doing some wikipedia research I found out that he is a mere two years younger than me.) But, despite the motherly adoration, I really wanted to bone him. It was all I could think about while we were riding the train together. And to increase my intense amative desire, Zac explained to me that he just broke up with his girlfriend because she wouldn't have sex with him. I smiled at him and then stood up, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and because it was my stop I got off the subway. I was blissful, knowing that I would see him again soon and that when I did I would seduce him.

I got off the train and it and Zac rumbled away. I smiled and then remembered that I was pregnant. In my dream, my stomach wasn't much larger than it normally is in real life, but the skin on my abdomen was much tighter. It felt like if I bent over at too sharp an angle my skin would just rip open like a piece of dried seaweed paper.

Upon remembering I'm pregnant I immediately change my plans (whatever they were) and go over to my friend Anna's house, pissed as hell because I don't think Zac Efron will want to have sex with someone who is going to have a baby and already has one kid. (Apparently I already have one young baby at home.)

So I am at Anna's apartment and in complete regret I ask her, while calmly running my hands over my taught skin, "Why the hell didn't I get an abortion?" Anna shakes her head. "I already have one child and I don't even know where it is! When was the last time you saw that kid?" Anna shakes her head again and says, "I don't think I ever saw it."

I panic thinking back to Zac's pretty boy face and his fluffy feathery hair, "I can still get an abortion, right? Just go to Planned Parenthood?" Just as I finish my sentence my water breaks and Anna must take me to the hospital. When I wake up (wake up in my dream, not from my dream) I am lying on a hospital bed in one of those paper gowns with big woolen socks on my feet. Anna is there. I look at her and she smiles. "I had it taken care of," she says.

I want to get up and give her a hug, but I can't move as the epidural is still numbing my legs. "And the other one?" I ask. "Taken care of." Anna smiles.

I lay my head back down on the pillow and gleefully think of Zac and how I can't wait to see him again. You know, to sleep with him.