Awkwardly Realistic

I had the craziest ass dream ever last night. I've had B-movie dreams before, but this was just plain odd. Brace yourself, Schatze.

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Esentially, I got hooked up with my friend's girlfriend's roommate somehow. I have no idea why or how this was, this is just the way things were in the dream, so it's a given.

And I get her knocked up. Impregnated.

I can't say I was fine with this, as I was disappointed that I'd have to drop out of school and work full time plus, but I'm glad to say that it never even entered my mind to propose an abortion or to try and dump her or anything. I was really happy and excited about having a kid, even if it was pretty shitty circumstances.

Something happens though, and we get in an argument and I yell at her. Which is unrealistic, because not only do I never have sex, but I just don't yell at people, especially if I'm counterparts with them. Apparently I was in the wrong, because now everyone is mad at me.

I find myself in a theatre, where I'm sitting in the dark, no movie, just being yelled at by random people for how idiotic and stupid I've been. A girl I used to know starts stabbing into my head and cutting my skull with a double bladed knife. SyK is there, and for some reason is biting my arms and parts of my head and face like some cannibal zombie (I knew it would come to that someday).

I accept all of this, knowing that somehow I deserve it. Finally, though, it's too much to handle and I shout out for them to stop. They all look appalled that I would want my punishment to stop. I escape to the lobby, where a sympathetic Schatze is sitting. I sit across from her, and soon her father comes.

I'm happy to see him, and give him a hug. He's very cold and brushes me off, but we go to Schatze's cabin in the woods anyway. He starts grilling something, and her uncle is there before us. Only instead of looking like her uncle, he looks like Silent Bob and he's lighting a cigar with a butane torch. That's pimped out right there.

Still hiding at Schatze's place, I go to school with her the next day. For some unknown reason she informs me that she's decided to be an engineer, and for a further unknown reason, her engineering class is full of fishtanks with random experimental rodents in them that we play with for a while.

She gives me her school ring to hold on to, which has a green crystal in the middle (probably for engineering) and some German writing around the outside, which I don't recall. The ring is oversized and only fits the middle finger of my left hand.

When we go back to her house, the girl I've knocked up is there and we're getting along famously now, so I guess taking a day to cool off and relax was well spent. Somehow she's managed to have the first child in the day I was gone, and even without me being there is pregnant again, this time with twins.

I still never think to leave her, but wonder how on earth I can provide for three kids. One, I thought, I can provide for one child if we do without a lot of stuff. But no way with three. I don't want to point this out, because she seems happy. I hug her from behind and put my hands over her womb, and somehow I can see them inside of her.

Then I wake up, and all day, even now in the latest of the morning hours, it manages to feel very awkwardly realistic.