The Dream.

It began with the fact allready in my mind that I was pregnant. This being said, I did not look down at my whale body and react with anything more than mild acknowledgmeent. I was huge. For some reason, I hadn't told anyone yet, so I went to find the father. I knew who he was, and when I got to his house and told him he reacted pretty strangely. And told me I had to sleep on the floor from now on. I know. What the fuck? Anyways, after I told him, I left, and life seemed to go on pretty normallly. Then I went into labor, and we were off to the hospital. The room was huge. The bed was set up, and there was room for over 20 people to stand and watch. Althout there were only around ten. Family and such. The father wasn't there, but his parents were. I had just been given an iv with, what I thought, was just pain killers. I fell asleep.
When I woke up, the room was empty except for my mom, and I was no longer pregnant. An icy cover of anxiety and worry poured over me. Where was the baby? Was everything ok? And why wasn't I awake for her birth? I stuttered out all of those questions at the same time, and my mom just looked at me, with a look that said "You're an idiot." The father's family took the baby. They drugged me, and took my baby. I started sobbing, but no one was there to comfort me. My mom was there, but all she wanted was to leave the hospital and get on with our lives. I tried asking her where they took my baby, her only response was, "It doesn't matter."
I've never experienced being a mother having their child ripped away from them before, so it's amazing that I'd be able to feel it, even in a dream. All I know is that it was the worst pain I have ever felt. I never got to hold my baby, or touch her, or see her. I wouldn't make her bottles late at night, and I wouldn't teach her to walk or ride a bike. She would never call me "Mommy."
I just don't understand why I had this dream. And it was so vivid, that even now, three days later, it breaks my heart to even write about.
I woke up from it with tears streaming out the corners of my eyes, and my hands holding my stomach, the way a pregnant girl would hold hers.