Me a single father?!

Date: 11/9/2017

This is perhaps one of the weirdest, most emotionally overwhelming dream I’ve ever had. A girl that I used to talk to in real life comes and tells me that she’s pregnant (although we were never really ever in a relationship). I receive the news with utmost happiness. When I go to the hospital to get my child, I for some reason have to go under anesthesia. Anyhow, when I wake up I get to see my son. He looks older than a newborn. Perhaps more like a toddler. He somewhat resembles my younger brother, and he is super clever. I take him back to my old parents’ apartment, in which I live in this dream, for some reason. I spend almost all of the day playing with my son. I’m so happy. Love him so much. I’m wondering how “she” were able to keep this from everyone and without anyone noticing. My parents come to visit. My mom is so happy to see him. She leans towards me to say something. I interrupt her “if you please can just be supportive and disregard whatever you have to say. I need this from you”. She agrees. She is quite supportive and tells me to love my son and give him great care. My father doesn’t seem to care much, except for all the lego pieces on the floor that we were playing with. He asks me to move them to the room. I hold my son and can feel the warmth and life in him as I lift him. It couldn’t have never been a dream to my eyes. Impossible. What I felt was real. I do a hand reality check. Twice I do it but to no avail. I’m absolutely certain that I’m not dreaming now. This being the second day. My son having grown considerably. He can now utter some words and has an almost full head of hair as if a toddler. Looks very similar to my younger brother now (except my younger brother who is clearly older than him is also present in the room). I’m thinking I should really call “her”, to ask about how she is and more importantly to have her spend time with our child. I felt that necessary. At that thought I began really questioning the whole thing again, and as I bring my phone to call her the dream fell apart and I wake up. 5 PM. I’m uncertain as to whether it’s 5 AM or 5PM for a short while.