Living on Mars

Date: 9/4/2017

I'm on Mars, apparently. I'm in a facility built on Mars with other people living there. Parts of the building look more futuristic and unfamiliar but there are also rooms from my own house there. It seems like we're among some of the first people on Mars and this is like an experiment of actually living there. In part of the dream I'm with my sister and we seem to be playing some kind of video game where you're going down a river, and it plays like one of those sliding levels in video games that my sister likes. As we're playing she tells me that she likes a kind of pie that I can't remember the name of, but I know it's a vegetable pie but it's sweet and has Christmasy spices. I think it's gross and tell Dev she's weird for liking it. I'm then in a room in the building that looks like my own house. Mum is there and she's showing me all the new blankets she's ordered that she's really excited about. One had a starfish on it, and I think the other ones had some kind of animals too. I'm not that interested but mum is really happy about them so I act more enthused. I'm then in a somewhat dark room on a couch in front of a tv. I'm suddenly aware that I'm pregnant. I'm not scared or upset but I don't like the idea either. I get the sense that this is somehow part of the Mars mission. I'm only barely showing and it seems that me being in this room is some kind of checkup, only there are no doctors and it's all just sensors and computers assessing me. I can't see them or feel them but I guess they're scanning me. The results are on the tv screen and it prescribes an emotion treatment. The tv then starts playing a selection of songs, and it seems like an 80s and 90s mix. I note that I like some of them but don't care for others. I move closer to the tv and sit on the floor so the sound is closer to my stomach, because I know this "treatment" is for the baby and not me. I wonder to myself if this is supposed to make the baby more emotional and empathetic since I'm so unemotional, and there's a chance the baby could inherit that from me. I touch my stomach as I sit there and I think about how weird it is to know I'm pregnant. I know that the baby is biologically mine but it's not clear if I'm going to keep it or if this is something to do with the Mars mission. The latter seems more plausible. I wake up.