This is turning out to be a dream diary.

So last night, I dreamt that I just discovered I was pregnant. I was caressing my bump, but the overall emotion was worry and sadness. You were the father of the child. We only had sex once, unfortunately. I knew you didn't want me nor the baby. In the dream, everything was hanging, awaiting decisions. It was an awful dream and I had to sleep more and prayed to have the dream replaced, but I woke up hours later still feeling lost, disoriented, and lonely.