C joins the army

I had the weirdest dream last night. Actually I had many weird dreams (I blame it on the Indian curry we had for dinner) but, as these things go, I can only remember the one I was having just before I woke up.

The dream
I dreamed I was pregnant with twins, and C (my partner) had just died in the war in Iraq. In dreamland, he was the first Australian casualty of the war, so there was much outpouring of support for me, the pregnant widow. As I was all alone, everyone teamed up and built me a wonderful brand new house. Next minute, I had had the babies and was wondering through the new house. I remember being overwhelmed by the dominance of white tiles and thinking it was all quite ugly. I was especially disturbed by the laundry which was down a very narrow corridor, so narrow that I wasn't able to walk down with my hip-hugger laundry basket on my hip.*

And then I woke up.

When I told C about this very odd dream, he was more disturbed about the part where he was in the army in Iraq** than the part about the babies.

* In real life, I love my hip-hugger laundry basket. It's about the only advantage in life of having big hips. However, the fact that the laundry basket now features in dreams is a little disturbing.

** C works for a bank. He plays computer games. He is as far from an Army guy as a penguin is from flying. Perhaps more so as at least a penguin has wings.