A Victoria’s Secret Basement Warehouse

So, last night I had a dream that I was pregnant. But Sean told me I was, so I believed him even though I didn't feel pregnant, nor did I have it confirmed by, say, a doctor. Anyway, I went to a Victoria’s Secret basement warehouse—with a couple of friends—where the clothes (yes, only clothes were available for purchase—no lingerie) were super cheap! After shopping, I suddenly felt my stomach growing and going toward my knees. It felt like the baby was floating in an oblong water-filled belly and I felt it kicking me on my knees. Clearly, this was some freakish pregnancy. Then all of the sudden the baby just slid out! My friends told me it was a boy but I was afraid to look because he wasn't crying and I was convinced I ruined him from all my drinking. So, they cleaned him up and he was pretty small but had a head full of dark brown hair—he was so cute. My friends called my gynecologist to come, which she did, and she checked out the baby and said he was perfectly healthy. And while she was checking me out, the baby became toddler size and looked like this little tyke: Handy Manny! Complete with the same exact outfit and a little tool belt that had a teddy bear in it and holding a children’s edition of National Geographic. And thankfully the baby was human. Otherwise the dream would have been really strange.