Pregnancy

It's been a bit since I've had this dream, as it happened this morning, but it came in intense clarity.

I don't remember much, but I remember driving in a bus down the road and there was a group of girls all dressed alike in pink dresses, and I knew that they were part of a fashion design school. They moved in a certain way, almost dance like. 

The bus stopped because I wanted to see them and the scene shifted and I was in their school. It was a little like the trailers outside of Elon Elementary when I was growing up, in fifth grade. And I remember the blonde Taylor in my senior class saying her water broke and I looked beneath the table she was sitting at, and sure enough, her stomach was bloated and very pregnant. I offered her my iPod so she could listen to it in labour, and she seemed grateful, but when I turned to find it it was gone. I start to look for it, and I remember a black, shirtless man who was homeless, I think, and my mentor, grabbing my hand trying to comfort me.

He was a good person.