"I'm at a social"

Today was a good day. I did the usual, went to classes, went to work, planning on going to the gym with A tonight. Today was the Welcome Back Party for my department (HRTM) at the university. It is held at the McCutchen House on the Historic Horseshoe. My good friend B went with me. He is such a great friend (and handsome) and is always so much fun to hang out with. It is always so good to see him, even though we see each other briefly all the time at work, it is just so good to sit and talk with him away from work. He was one of the first friends I made here at USC and will definetly be one of the things I will miss most about campus life.

He loves my new hair! While we were at the party B got a phone call. He politely got off the phone and explained to the caller "I'm at a social". I love that "I'm at a social". It is so cordial and old fashioned.

Last night I had one of the most bizarre dreams I have ever had. Shawn and I were on a date and went into a gift shop. I was walking around looking at the merchandise when I suddenly got extremely painful stomach cramps. I was doubled over I was in so much pain and causing a scene in the store. Everyone figured it must be my appendix so Shawn rushed me to the emergency room. He was driving some crazy tiny little bright yellow mini cooper type of car. I'm not sure why, because that kind of car is so not Shawn at all. When we got to the hospital they told me that I needed to start pushing because I was giving birth to twins. I became very outraged and insisted that could not be the case because I was wearing my skinny jeans. I kept asking the nurses how could I be pregnant and still fit into my skinny jeans. They were just like "sometimes that happens, now shut up and push". I had these twins (a boy and a girl) and then the hospital tried to teach me now to feed them and take care of them. All that was making me really bored so soon they released me and Shawn and I got into his minicooper with the twins and went to some house. When we got to the house I played with the twins for about a millisecond and then went about my usual business. After a while I realized that they would need to eat but didn't feel like feeding them so I went and got Shawn and said "you better go feed your children". He dissapeared for a minute and then went into their nursery and gave them Cheetos. Then Shawn went to work and I realised I needed to go to class. It dawned on me then that I either had to skip class or take the babies with me. I got into a real panic about this. Should I skip class...would they cry and get me in trouble if I took them to school with me....at this point I woke up. I was breathing hard, my stomach hurt and I was drenched in sweat. It amazes me that I was sweaty because I keep it chilly in my apartment at all times. Wow. What a crazy-scary dream. I looked up what this dream might have meant in Sylvia Browne's Book of Dreams. According to Sylvia a dream about being pregnant or having an infant does not mean you are or are about to become pregnant. It means there is a new part of yourself being born or that you are tapping into a new part of yourself. Isn't that beautiful? A new part of yourself....

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