I've been having a rash of bizarre, intricate dreams this month.
(No, I'm not pregnant. Thanks for asking.)
It finally seemed to settle down these past few days. Last night's dream, however, managed to top all previous weird dreams. I've forgotten most of the images by now, but I can't forget saying these words:
"But I don't want to give birth to an octopus again!"
(And yes - I'm really, really sure I'm not pregnant.)