Dreams...

The past four nights I have been dreaming (literally, when asleep) that we already have our baby boy. They haven't been about anything significant, just everyday normal dreams but with a baby brother added in the mix.
I suppose it is like when you first find out you are pregnant. You are in a state of blissful shock. Then at some point you start believing that it is true and picturing what exactly your future holds.
One random night you are dreaming this wonderful little dream with this adorable baby in it, when you suddenly realize the baby is not only naked but it has no diaper on and is peeing all over your husband's grandmother.
Anyway...
Last night I dreamt that Robbie and I were at a pastor's conference. Our girls were not with us, but of course I am holding this beautiful African baby boy. In the back ground, I hear a baby who will not stop crying. I look down at my quiet and content baby only to realize that it is my child causing all the ruckus. Dave Eickelberg (our worship leader at our church) leans over to Robbie and says, "Dude, your wife is not even giving the kid a pacifier."
I immediately begin searching everywhere for a pacifier that I of course can't find. Next thing I know I am pulling into Target and searching for change to put in the parking meter.?.
As I head into Target, baby in tow, I keep stopping and talking to all these random people from high school. When I am finally in Target and safe from all the classmates I was feeling obligated to talk to, I start looking for pacifiers. The looking turns into frantically searching because all I can find are pink ones.
Interpretations anyone?...