I can’t remember the dream too well but this is what I can remember.
Dream: So many people died. People I loved. My friend Jack (who is my friend in real life too) did something bad. He was in line and then he walked over to me and sat down. I had known what terrible thing he had done and I suddenly felt he was going to confess it. I cover his mouth with my hand immediately and he drops something that was hidden inside his clothes. It looks like a small metal ruler. A weapon.
We’re at a school and I immediately take the elevator upstairs. I think I have to do something to save him. He is an artist (in real life too) and I go to one of his art classes that he was suppose to be in at that moment but I was taking his place.
I draw something, I can remember the drawing too. A bunch of circles and eyes. But then I get up to leave and go to what looks like a courtyard. There’s a shooting and someone gets shot in the head. A man I can’t recognize but somehow I know he is the man I love. I don’t wake up in the dream but it’s as if I do. I suddenly get the feeling that I’m pregnant.
A friend of mine is driving and I’m sitting in the seat next to her telling her I have to take a pregnancy test to know whether I’m pregnant or not but I could feel that I was.
I also felt that the father of my children had been killed but I hadn’t fully realized it yet.
I have the pregnancy test in my hand at one point but before I look at it-
I wake up.
and all I can think about is how our kids would have your eyes.
IF I was pregnant.