Dreaming

A man, possibly Phil, puts a silver ring on my ring finger. The ring is small and fits perfectly. I wonder how he knows my size, as the ring is a complete surprise. I look at the ring; engraved on it are the words “Marry me”. I feel warmth and love.

I am pregnant. There are two other people who are pregnant too. I think they are both considerably younger than me, though. I am unaware of my pregnancy in a physical sense, but I just know that I am pregnant. The baby is Phil’s; I’m worried it’s going to be ugly. I don’t want an ugly baby, and I hope it looks like Sally.