I was thinking about a dream that’s stayed with me for years, and am surprised it wasn’t archived in 2004 or 2009. I think I kept it within me, but kept it buried from 2009 on, until idk when. When I was 13, so this was sometime in 2001, I had a dream I woke up from a nap on this bed, like the bed was made and I slept on top of the blankets. I looked over to my left and saw the ocean out the window and it was during sunset, so I know this was the west coast, and am guessing somewhere in California. It was calm, with cool colors, and thin white curtains that were open were hanging over the window. I got up and looked at the mirror hanging from the bedroom door, I was an adult. My hair was shoulder length and I had blunt bangs (I’d never had my hair like this before), I was wearing a red sleeveless blouse and loose black pants, and I was very pregnant. A man, who I could only imagine was my husband, walked into the bedroom. I hate how dreams don’t let you see faces, I never remembered seeing facial features, but I remembered he was tall, and had very dark hair. He kissed me, then knelt down and kissed my tummy twice, and that’s how I knew we were having twins. I’d forget about this dream for a few years then remember it at random. It was just nice. I remember wondering what I’d look like as an adult woman someday too. Half knowing I’d be really pretty, half hoping. Wondering if I’d recognize the other person in the dream in a few years even though there were no details, and it could be anyone. They’re just dreams.