Preface/History: My mother arrived last night from out of town to help me organize my house so that I can put it on the market (this seems like mission impossible right now). Also, it must be noted that I had cancer at a young age and had to have a hysterectomy therefore rendering me unable to bear chilrden.
Dream: There are flashes or segments of me having romantic/sexual relationships with two people from my way past (One of them, I never even dated in reality, the other was a very secretative affair though neither of us were committed to anyone during that time). Anyhow, I am in my house and my mother and my older sister are there. I have this crazy feeling in my abdomen and reach down and feel my belly and am suddenly pregnant. I call for my mother and sister and they help me give birth to this sweet baby boy whom we name Prenamt Paul (What the hell is Prenamt?!). My older sister is being a bitch and I remind her that I helped her through both of her labours. When the bay is born, my mother is saying how happy my husband will be but I am internnally dreading his finding out. I keep looking at the baby and thinking he resembles my past lovers rather than my husband. Also, I keep trying to mentally calculate when I could have conceived this baby. I go through the house looking for a towel and suddenly I am at my cousins house and it's layed out strangely and there are secret rooms. I can't find a towel but keep looking even though I left the baby uncovered on a bed. I see my cousin who is cutting someones hair in a salon built into her home and I reallize that I smell baby lotion and that my mother must be bathing my child. I go through all the turns again and get back to my baby and my mother hands him to me and I am not mad at her like I thought I would be. The baby has his eyes open and I am still trying to mentally figure out who the father is. I end up going different places around town with the baby and my older sister has told everyone that I gave birth to this possibly illegitimate child. I think that I am mad at her but also think about how I could never keep her secrets when I was a child. I see my "mother-in-law" (who in reality is my high school sweethearts mother not my real life husbands mother). She is thrilled at being a grandmother and takes the baby and cuddles him. I start thinking about how I might bew able to talk with her about my quandry when I suddenly realize that I had been with a group of people in the recent past and I think they might have drugged me and possibly taken advantage of me sexually). I finally confide this in her and she says that I must tell my husband and let him sort it out in his mind. We go to her house and he is there at the breakfast table with his father (a man I did not reccognize). His mother gets me to speak and I say something like, "There's something I need to tell you. You are so happy about this baby but don't you think it's peculiar... he doesn't even look..." then my father-in-law cuts me off and says "like his mother - he looks exactly like his father!". Then I looked at the baby and my husband and and they looked very much alike. [My husband in this dream is not really my husband (Tim) but my waiter (Adam) from the Outback Steakhouse where we went to dinner last night. It must be noted that my mother and I had discussed how this waiter resembled my high school sweetheart (Steve Jamelkowski)]. So, suddenly I am confused as to weather paranoia had gotten the best of me or whether this child is really his. The baby and my husband in this dream had eyes the colour of my dogs - a sort of orangeish colour - not the blue colour of my real life husband nor the blue eye colour of my high school sweetheart nor the blue eye colour of our waiter from last night! Somewhere in there, I woke up.
