awaiting analysis from the dream lab

i have never felt so devastated in my entire life, and it was only a dream. it certainly did not feel like a dream. i really thought that i had become pregnant and that chris, in a rather cowardly turn of events, had decided to leave me.

that isn't what devastated me, though. i was eight months along when suddenly something happened, and the baby within me died. my stomach flattened out and i started bleeding enough to fill the depths and length of the amazon. i think i cried in my sleep; in my dream, i drove to my parent's house and woke them up in the middle of the night. "my baby died," i told them, "i'm not pregnant anymore."

i didn't have chris anymore, so, for whatever reason, i started dating john ritter, circa 1976. but even that didn't cheer me up.