Just awoke from a dream that a gal in my office building needed help making a giant tower of jello blocks. Of course I was trying to oblige, but I had the hardest time locating an adequately sized cake pan to make said blocks, and my supervisor from work wouldn’t let me use his fridge. His HOME fridge. Like that was the only place in the world that I could chill the jello? My new coworker was distraught because he is a planner (like down to half hour increments WEEKS in advance) and my “poor planning” for this gal’s festivities was going to derail some other shit with a butterfly effect shattering the innerworkings of every damn office in our building AND was sure to affect my due date(How? Don’t know. Why he was so upset by this? Also don’t know.)
What. The. Hell? The scary part- it is still so vivid in my mind, and this is just the highlight reel. Prego dreams. Crazy shit.
Also… I’m hungry.
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