Wow I use that title a lot! But unfortunately last night's dream did not include Doctor Who. I actually needed a real doctor.
I'm at a party, 9 months pregnant with Jason Segel's child (uh, I have no idea), when I realize I'm going into labor. I walk out of the mansion where the party's being held and just start walking down the road. I end up at a house that's not mine. I go inside looking for a doctor. The lady who lives there said the closest hospital is 40 miles away and they don't have a car. But I'm welcome to stay in their guest room. Which turns out to be a broom closet (hello Harry Potter). The whole time all I want to do is push. I finally manage to get a taxi to take me back to the party where JS had disappeared.
Then I wake up. Blah.
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