Before I tell you all this dream I wanna make it clear I am not making this up, and I don't mean to make any overt innuendos in it, it's not that kind of dream. In fact it was a deeply emotional dream, a "pure thought" dream that provides insight into my deepest feelings. I would take offense if it were mocked. Yet this dream also confuses me, I have no idea what it's implying or what the significance of certain details I took notice of. Also, during the night of this dream I had 3 others which I can remember clear as day. Here goes.

At the beginning of the dream I am in a beach type area, imagine Miami or Hawaii. Somehow I am informed that Gillian Anderson (don't laugh!) is staying (or living) nearby. I meet her, somewhere (this detail I cannot recall), we become acquainted, and she invites me back to her place. Even though we are going talking like people who met for the first time, somehow, it seemed like we were old friends (this becomes evident later). We arrive at her apartment, and she goes into one of the rooms to change. While she is changing I begin walking around, admiring the apartment. It seems like I had been there before and was not looking around to see what the place looked like, but instead to see what had changed. I notice four bedrooms, one master's, one guest (somehow I know this), and a two miscellaneous rooms (rooms that were furnished but unused). I take note of how in every room there is expensive stereo equipment, especially in the master's. I know (my dreamself) that Gillian appreciates music. In her bedroom, behind the headboard of the bed is a huge mirror, and a little shelf below it containing many religious items, ie crosses and Mary statues. Her bed is also unmade. We both take a seat on her bed, and we just talk, and eventually we are lying down next to each other. She is lying on her back, I am on my stomach. I notice her stomach, and I inquired as to whether she was pregnant again (although in the house there was no sign of another child), and she said yes. She smiles as I place my hand on her stomach, and she pulls her shirt up (yes, past her breasts, but I didn't care) and I place my hand on it again. I could feel the life withing her. Then I do the weirdest thing. I kiss her stomach. She seems a little shocked, and I explain, "It's a blessing, for the baby." She smiles and takes comfort once more. Among other things we discuss her beautiful apartment, which she informs me costs 2500 dollars a month. Her CD collection contains many punk bands, and something was playing in the background. The entire dream seemed to center around this child. What does it all mean?

By-"Confused by reality, confused by fantasy"-ron