My lungs became a vacuum and I gasped, feeling as if someone were squeezed my airway shut. I clutched my own gut, reminding the audience of the subplot, which was that I had recently discovered my own pregnancy. [Because, yes, my nightmares generally have full plots and subplots. It's a blessing and a curse.]
And then I woke up.
I had to turn on Spongebob for like 2 hrs. to forget that dream.
It has been said that I inadvertently gave my child her first encounter with severe anxiety with that dream. I only have pregnancy to blame. And if one you dares to blame in on the amount of spicy foods I ate during my pregnancy or some other nonsense, you'll be getting narrowed eyes and an e-flip off from this momma. Obviously, I didn't mean to dream this.