Shortly before I gave birth to Luke I dreamt that I was giving birth to my baby in the backseat of my parent’s car. The baby came out and was a small Corelle bowl of kernel corn that a minute later turned into a baby boy. That was weird.
But, a few nights ago I dreamt that one evening as we were sitting in our living, we got a knock on the door. Marc answered it and our mail carrier came to drop off our package. It was a Ziploc sandwich bag (not in an envelope, just the clear Ziploc bag), it had our house number on it in permanent marker (like they always do on packages), and it was 3 crackers and 3 slices of Kraft processed cheese. She handed it to Marc and left.