I had a crazy magnificent dream last night. I was about 6 months pregnant, with my boyfriend Joe. We were lying on a picnic blanket in the desert. Somehow, we were inside. Maybe not inside a room with a ceiling, but inside some sort of all-encompassing glass dome. As if the place we were in was all that was real, or relevant. In the dream we both knew that we had to find this necklace, although we didn’t know why. We looked around and spotted a very old, yet massive, haunted house. Joe and I entered, there was sand all over the floors. I was scared, yet strangely content with my surroundings. I have always had this odd realization of the fact that I am dreaming when its happening. There is always an extent of control on my part. I managed to find the necklace, which rested atop a wooden awning that connected the living room to the kitchen. We were underwater. There was no transition, the environment just morphed and we were floating. Joe and I were floating. Then I woke up.