“So, I walked up to this imposing aquarium and decided to go inside. When I was looking around, a marine biologist approached me and asked if I would step into the lab. Vials of liquids were stacked, row upon row. A pungent substance bubbled over a burner, thick smoke rising from it. An odd little scientist approached me and asked if I’d be a part of an experiment. He told me they were looking for a pregnant woman to incubate baby eels, and I looked like just the candidate. Eels? Share my womb with eels? No way. I tried to run but the crazy scientist started in hot pursuit!
I became desperate for an escape route. Thankfully, I found a killer whale that would serve nicely. I leapt on its back and burst through the aquarium tank. Conveniently, the streets were flooded so we were able to navigate out to the ocean. There, I met up with the captain of a ship who offered to me the use of his parasail. It was difficult to catch the hang of parasailing at first, but I finally got it.
Then I arrived at my aunt and uncle’s house, in the backwoods of South Carolina.
My uncle had been creating a college by stuffing cats into a large shadow box; I thought that was weird.”
“Have you ever had a dream like that?” I rolled over to face my husband.
He stared at me, incredulous. “No, sweetheart. No I haven’t, because I’ve never been pregnant or on an acid trip.”
No wonder expecting moms are driven to insanity.
And that’s all I have to say about that.