airport date, baby birth, and puppies.

Date: 12/29/2016

Ok. So this ones a long doozy. I was meeting one of my friends, Julia, for lunch. But for some reason, it was at the airport. So we are sitting there, and all the sudden she clutches her stomach and looks at me, terrified. She whispered "I think I'm going into labor." She didn't look pregnant whatsoever, but oh well. So the booth we were eating at was now gone, just chairs in their place, no table. She laid on the ground, and clutched her now obviously pregnant belly. No one around us paid any attention. I had gone through med/midwifery school in the past split second, and easily deliver the baby. Julia sits up as I am cleaning off the baby, and it begins to cry. "A baby girl" I say, and finish cleaning the baby up with the blanket that had conveniently appeared under Julia. I hand her to her mom, and she just sits there, no clue what to do. Then she looks up at me, and says "help. I don't know what to do" she says, really confused. I say "I can help" and take the baby back from her as she hands it to me, and hold it over my shoulder, as if I was going to burp it. Suddenly, I am outside the airport, and my grandpa is coming towards me with a normal sized piece of luggage, along with this tiny one that was probably a six inch cube. It has a long handle. I give him a hug, and say "follow me." He does, and we get to the cafe, where Julia is holding the baby. But instead of continuing to follow me to Julia, who is still sitting in the floor, he gets in line and orders a bowl of clam chowder. I grab his arm, and bring him to Julia. I take the baby again, and turn to my grandpa. "This is your new granddaughter" I say. (Julia is in no way related to me, and that should have been a great granddaughter) he casually says "oh cute" then goes away to eat his clam chowder. This is where it gets weirder. The baby girl is now a baby corgi, and I still find it normal. Julia says "that's so cool. My puppy had puppies a few days ago, and I had my baby today!" I asked her "really? Where are they?" She replied, saying "at home in the barn. They still have tiny wings, and people might think they are going to be attacked, because they just flap around, getting only an inch or two off the ground" she says, and a chihuahua comes running out of nowhere, and apparently it's her dog. No wings. I help it up onto the seat, which is a booth again, and keep eating, like everything is normal. Then I woke up.