There's something about the chemical makeup of jalapenos that causes me to have vivid dreams. Last night I dreamed I was in a small town somewhere near some mountains involved with the construction of my home. The workers were out of caulking so I volunteered to go down to the local hardware store to get more.

A very shorthaired, very blonde woman in her late 20's wanted to come with me. We were friends. She was 3 months pregnant and her husband wasn't around much because of his job or something. I had to clear stuff out of the passenger seat of my car. She was impressed with the car I drove.

We got on the road headed into town to the hardware store when she began to have discomfort. That's all. Not much pain. She was bleeding. She wasn't worried about the baby, but didn't want to make a mess. I stopped at a shopping center where the road ended. In the center was a maternity facility. The center was one block over from the hardware store.

I helped her out of the car, up the steps and into the facility where a nurse helped her into a wheelchair and took her into an examination room. My friend was blissfully calm and trusting. She was so naive. The waiting room was full of people. One of them was a guy who recognized me from somewhere, like maybe he'd seen me on television or something because he didn't really know me. He assumed the baby was mine. It was important to him that he acted like we were good friends in front of everyone else in the room. I was pacing back and forth. Even though my friend was unaware of what was happening to her, I knew. I knew the baby was in serious trouble and wasn't going to make it. I also knew the baby's father didn't really care and that was heartbreaking. That's when I woke up. My waking prevented me from being there to take her home afterwards.