I was in some way with my parents -- near their home, or on the phone with them -- but I still wanted to tell n0thingman first. I was in a huge high rise building and needed to get downstairs and outside -- perhaps for cell reception? I went to this bank of elevators right as an elevator was arriving. Then I realized that one of the people in line waiting for said elevator was Rob. His back was to me -- I recognized him from behind just based on the hat-coat-hair combination. I toyed with the notion of initiating contact, just because it would be fun to rub his nose in the fact that I was finally pregnant. I quickly shook that idea off, though -- did I really want Rob to be the first person I told? Hell no! So I never made eye contact and maintained my focus on getting outside and calling n0thingman.
I don't remember actually calling or telling him. I do remember other stuff, like finding my pack and possibly smoking a cigarette as I got the news, and thinking "well, that's the end of that" (meaning smoking, not the pregnancy). I think the pregnancy carried over from one dream to the next, because I remember so many different locations and situations. It really was like being pregnant; the pregnancy was only the focus of one dream -- in all the rest, it was just a state of being, like being a woman, like having my hair, like wearing my glasses.
Now, pregnancy dreams seem to work out well for ratphooey. The last time she dreamed she was pregnant, it turned out she was. Me, not so much. Last night I dreamed I was pregnant. Today I woke up to my period. Meh. It's not like I was in any real "danger" of being pregnant -- I haven't slept with anyone since that fling over the summer. I just didn't need to be so abruptly reminded that my subconscious little fantasy wasn't true.