I find this dream to be memorable, because it is the first I've had outside of a dream environment I seem to have been "stuck" in for months. Feel free to have a crack at its meanings. I haven't looked this one up yet, or analyzed it. Just tried to remember as much detail as I can. Each paragraph is a break in the dream, where I can't remember how one part flowed into the next.

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I was sitting alone on a beach with a baby that I've never had, facing away from the shore. It was a bright, sunny day. My baby was a sweet, soft blond girl dressed in white, almost a Christening outfit. She was tiny. I was very happy to be holding her. I could see a city in the distance.

I remember running through a vet's office, and the band room from my old high school. I vaguely remember seeing my old band teacher.

Gwen Stefani fell in love with me, and I think we escaped from that dream world I've been trapped in for months, through a back door. It looked kind of like a big film studio from the outside. We were the only ones outside, it seemed, and it was very nice weather. Gwen was kind of incapacitated-- either drunk or injured. I felt kind of like a man, but I was still a woman. We were having a great time, and I touched her butt and exposed her underwear as we walked. I apologised for that as we were making our way down a road that looked like the exit of an apartment complex I used to live in. I think we kissed a couple of times. Her lips were fat and red. She was wearing a red, sparkly dress.

I was driving a car. One of my pot-dealers and my dad were in the back seat. It was night. I dropped them off at my dealer's house, which, in the dream, was like a ranch-style at the top of a hill. I complained and implied that Dad only wanted to go there to flirt or be with my dealer's dad. He was annoyed that I even brought it up, but it was true. At some point I had gone inside the house, and on my way out, I saw my dealer and his dad watching TV in their dark living room. I was aware that I kind of liked my dealer, though this is not true in my waking life. He also liked me, in the dream. "Bye, guys, I love you!" I said on my way out the door. I heard only my dealer respond, "I love you too, Amelia!" Hearing him say this startled me, and caused me to pause. I opened the door again, and he was right there, wearing a sexy, studded black, slightly feminine denim jacket. He came outside and I told him that I thought he was very cute, but I am with my boyfriend. I told him that I hadn't kissed another guy in six years, but I kissed him, anyway. When I kissed him, I actually held and kissed a cold can of Old English. Even though I kissed a beer can, I still technically kissed my dealer, and I think I could tell that he liked it. It was a good kiss-- a sweet peck, no tongue, though I thought I wouldn't refuse if he started using tongue. The street we were on now resembled my grandma's street. I invited my dealer and his brother to accompany me to my grandma's. They took some kind of potion that switched their bodies, so my dealer became the older, blond, german-looking brother. I found that attractive and was having a good time keeping my naughty secret. On the way down, we noticed a bunch of cop cars speeding up the street and stopping at one of the neighbors' houses. The neighbors told me that their baby was very sick, but they didn't seem worried, though that was why they had called the cops. We went into my grandma's garage. All my cousins, my sister, and my boyfriend were in there, playing around. My boyfriend was under a big cardboard box. All I could see was his head sticking out of the bottom. He was having a good time, and I felt bad that I had cheated on him. I kept thinking that what I really wanted was to have sex with my dealer, but I would never do it. As I thought that, I realized that my boyfriend might actually like the idea.