I had this dream this morning.
My wife and I were living in this shipping container. She was pregnant and as we were sitting there we saw her shirt rise up as the baby’s head poked up underneath. At first we thought the baby was just doing something funny, but as we pulled her shirt up we saw she had somehow dug out through her and was coming out the top of her stomach. Of course we freaked out and I called 911 on my cell but something happened as I made the call so I wasn’t able to complete the call. But I knew that the cops were on the way. I can’t remember exactly what happened next, but we started running away from someone or something that was trying to take away the baby towards the gate that lead out of our compound. As we arrived at the gate, the cop in an undercover car that only had room for Ari. So I yelled for him to take her to the hospital. And I headed back to the container to get my bicycle. On the way back I ran through a football game caught or almost caught a pass and threw it back. After that I got my bike and started my way back to the front. As I turned to leave I got hit in the back of the neck with some spitle, so I turned to find out who had done that and found myself face to face with one very nasty dude. At this point I realized that I was wasting time and I needed to get to Ari so I turned and ran leaving my would be attacker behind. When I got to the gate I was able to get on my bike and speed to the hospital. Once there I ran around like a crazy man trying to find my wife. Along the way I found Pastor Joe and together we found her.
It was about this point that I woke up.