Crazy Dreams

So...still having crazy dreams. Especially since I wake up every two hours it seems. yay...not.  Might have had one of the oddest ones yet last night...

Dream was as follows: I was at the office having a very normal workday. The secretary informed me that I would be seeing a couple who was referred to us because they're in the process of adopting a baby. In my dream this seemed like a perfectly good reason for me to be meeting with them...although clearly I have never had a therapy session with people trying to adopt a baby. In the dream, the hospital has required the couple to have some sort of mental health evaluation before they could continue with the process. So I'm sitting in my office talking to this extremely nice couple, and they're chatting away about how happy they are to finally be receiving a baby. As I am obviously pregnant, I am joining in this fun chat. We're just a bunch of happy parents-to-be. They tell me all about the room they have set up, how excited their families are, everything they've purchased and all that new parent jazz. They also explain that the baby isn't born yet but once it is the baby's biological parents are giving it up for adoption...which is how they will come into possession of this child. Then, the woman mentions that the baby's name is (wait for it....wait for it...) Sage.  I'm a bit shocked by this since it's not some ordinary name, and I ask a few further questions. The couple pulls out a folder and shows me the paperwork from the hospital that this baby is going to soon be born at.

**Two dollars for the first person to guess what happens next**

Lo and behold it is MY BABY!!!! The paperwork is from our hospital and it has mine and Dana's name all over it as the biological parents. They immediately get kicked out of my office all the while I'm stuttering about how there must be some sort of  mix up and they're definitely not getting my child....and then I wake up.

Creepy...

Crazy dreams part deux...

Last night I dreamed that I went into labor early.
It wasn't early enough to be a big worry, but it was earlier than expected.
When Dana and I got to the hospital they told us we had to show them the car seat.
And I realized we didn't put it in the car.
Nor was the crib built yet.
AND we didn't have any baby clothes.
So Dana had to rush home to put the crib together. buy some baby clothing and get the car seat in the car.
I was more worried about Dana trying to correctly put in a car seat than my poor premature child.
::sigh::

What relevance does any of this have?

As promised (at least I think I promised...my mind seems to have vacated the premises) here is the dream log so far:

Monday:
I dreamed about transformers. Yes, like the movie. Gigantic machines.
I also dreamed about joining a gang. Our color was gold. *gags* I look horrible in gold FYI.
Tuesday:
I dreamed that I was at the Biggest Loser season finale. Let me tell you just how excited I was until I realized a horrible mistake had been made and it was the finale for NEXT season. I freaked out when all the newly skinny folks started taking the stage because I didn't want to know the ending of next season. But there were too many people in the audience for me to escape and I was forced to watch! Saddest part of the whole thing, I was the FATTEST person there! It was such a cruel dream.
Wednesday:
I dreamed that I was at Kmart and owned a baby panda bear that got shot. Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. It was devastating...

Mmmkay?

Can someone please psychoanalyze these for me?