Night of September 17th, 2006:

So comes the time to get a pap test. I don't see the need for one, but the doctor refuses to give me more birth control until I get one and he only gives me enough to last until the pap test. I go down a hallway and look into an open room with several curtains and women walking out from behind them, apparently this is a popular thing to have done, especially to warrant such a large lineup. I wait in line and somehow my mother appears to be with me. This isn't pleasing. Why wants their mother at a pap test? I tell her to wait "over there" for me and I will go alone. She tells me she loves me and makes a huge scene and says "I hope everything goes alright!" as I'm sulking towards the curtain where my doctor awaits. My doctor is male. "Can't we find a female to do it?" He shakes his head no. "Not even a nurse?" ...nope. I go and have a seat and look at the equipment. Even though I've never had this done in real life, I recognize the equipment and pick out what stuff will be used and what it does. It looked dirty. "Can you please clean this off?" I asked as the doctor started wiping it down with cloth/paper towel. So the pap test gets over and done with, and he's already got a urine sample from me. I start walking away, when I notice a huge television screen with what looks like a bar graph on it. I soon realise that these are my results being projected on the screen! How mortifying! My mom pops back into the picture and I tell her to go away because I don't want her to see my results. I go back over behind the curtain and I ask the doctor if there's anything I should know. He tells me I'm two weeks pregnant and that I shouldn't take any bc pills anymore, and then asks me if I want to abort. I walk away. I can't find my mom inside, so I go out the doors and I see her backing out of her parking spot, heading towards me, I start thinking of how young I am and wonder if I should have the baby or not.. It was snowy outside and the parking lot was icy. Later on in the dream, it turns into a documentary about babies and I was in it. They showed an ultrasound of the baby and I saw it and grew so attached to it. An abortion was not in the question.

I woke up and felt particularly worried until I realized the dream wasn't real.

Night of August 25th, 2006:

Bryce and I were walking eastward along the south side of Assiniboine River in Headingley. He became preoccupied with something and trailed behind as my cell phone rang and I was talking with my Grandmother on an ancient Nokia cell phone, a model from about 5 or 6 years ago, grey and black in colour, somewhat resembling the 6190. She was saying something along the lines of "Well you know how Uncle Julius did it right? He went like..." and Grandma was gone because I had dropped my phone and slipped onto the bank of what was now a raging river.

I was standing on some rocks, and I could no longer climb out because it had now become a practically vertical wall of soil 7 or 8 feet taller than I was. I was holding on desperately to the side, but the soil and rocks kept on letting loose, and the rocks beneath my feet would slide away, causing me to move sideways farther to the right, so closer to where Bryce was. I called to him for help, and he found a long rope mounted on a wall. The rope was white and very thick, thicker than the kind you use for leading horses, and there was a knot at the end that he tossed to me. As he tossed me the rope, my dream vanished.

Night of August 24th, 2006:

Bryce and I were walking westward down Portage Avenue towards Polo Park Shopping Center when right before our very eyes we see not only one, but two Air Canada airplanes crash/land slowly on either sides of the Avenue. The "Air Canada" writing was written in blue and there was no Canadian flag brandished on either airplane. We were walking under the bridge, and one almost collided with the Clarion Hotel. I look and exclaim "There are still people moving inside! I can see them!" and I run through the ditch towards the plane.

At this point in the dream, Bryce has disappeared, and so has the exterior of the airplane near the hotel, but the passengers are all still trapped in their seats battered and bruised up, and all of the seats are sitting on the rich green grass. I went up to one girl who looked disoriented and started to unbuckle her and she said "Why are you rescuing me? I hate you, I hate you! Leave me here to die!" and I thought to myself that she will thank me for it later. In the process of untangling a couple of others the dream promptly ended.