A dream is a wish your heart makes?

I don't remember doing a slew of illicit drugs before bed, but I MUST have... right?

I should have been happy with a slinky-toed baby. Because according to my dreams last night, we're having a polar bear.

::Sigh::

It was a baby at first. My dark hair and Scott's green eyes. And he had lots of hair for such a little baby. Wrinkly and cute. But then when I realized I hadn't fed him ALL DAY and took him into the back (of my beautiful victorian dream house that isn't anything like our house in reality) to breastfeed, suddenly he was a polar bear cub. With big sharp teeth. Just writing that made my nipples invert.

Help!