I was in school, and we were all gathered in the cafeteria for some sort of meeting. The Cafeteria was larger than it is in reality, large enough for the school to fit in it. A teacher was talking to us, and then someone jumped up, pointed, screamed. There was this creature which I refered to as a monster throughout the dream. Just walking by casually and staring. People were panicking and the teachers were trying to tell us it was our imagination. People started screaming again, and there it was again, but larger and more threatening. Now the teachers were worrying and tell people to stay calm, and not to leave the cafeteria. The monster came back again, and now it was purple and teethy, too tall for the doorway but walking through it anyway making the structure crumble. That’s when I bolted, along with many other people. I ran as fast as I could, trying to get out of the school. A coach bus was driving along and saw many of us students. He said he would drop us all off at one place that we chose, so the people on the bus chose a place that was closest to most of them, and told other people they could stay at their houses. A girl who was in my math class last year offered to let me stay with her, so I did. We went into her house and we were talking. I think we went on a computer too, then her “little sister” ran into the house. My friend Britney, who I highly doubt is related to the math class girl in anyway. We did not talk about the monster.

Somehow I got home, and instantly went through a pregnancy and gave birth. Note, this is one of my biggest fears. I suddenly had a baby to care for. I didn’t know what to do. What was I supposed to tell my mom? I assumed that it was the child of my boyfriend, but I was thinking that we never had sex. So what was I supposed to say? I kept the baby a secret, feeding it and caring for it as best I could. I was having a lot of trouble though. My mom found out about it eventually, and was completely supportive. Never questioning where this baby came from. And why it didn’t look like me or Leonard. No dark skin, no whips of dark hair. Just this white, pale baby. Big, too. A boy.

I stole the car and went to a “fortune telling” shop with two other people. A boy and a girl, although I can’t remember who. I handed the woman thirty stolen dollars, and began by saying I wanted to know where the baby came from. (Wow, I sound like a small child) The cards she used were beautiful. Multicoloured horses. I don’t remember anything she said.