I had a dream in which all the women I met were pregnant and they would appear at social functions thin and grinning and announce to the world that they were “due any minute”, or “expecting soon” which was quite normal, but for the fact that they didn’t appear pregnant at all.
Later, You would see the women on the street suddenly shiver and swell up and go into labor – instead of producing babies – they would burst forth great billows of pink taffeta and silk. It was like a little improvised explosion of bright fabric and all around the city you would see more and more women so adorned, as if in ball gowns and prom dresses.