The dream I can remember from last night (when you wake up twice an hour, you’re lucky to slip into a REM cycle at all) was this:
The doctor was blatantly begging me to have breast implants done while I was giving birth. I was still very pregnant, but he wanted to make sure he had the right kind of implants waiting in the OR. I was like, “No.. I think I’ve got plenty to work with, thank you very much.”
And he said, “But they will sag and you’ll hate them. I can make them so perky you’ll never need to wear a bra under a tank top again.”
Which did make me stop and give pause.
I asked Bryan what he thought (in my dream), and he was all about it. I casually pointed out that most of his exes weren’t that well-endowed.. in fact, I was one of the larger girls in that arena. He said, “Yeah, but that worked for them.”
Needless to say, I pinched him a lot while he slept.