Cue the Debbie Gibson music now

I tend to have very surreal and imaginative dreams on a nightly basis. In addition to this, when I'm pregnant they are even MORE bizarre and vivid. For your entertainment, I submit last night's doozy:

I was somehow 17 again and in the cast of Glee. (just go with it, I promise it will never make sense but it will totally get good in a few seconds) So I'm in the Glee show Choir, but Glee isn't a tv show, it's just my normal high school and the other kids have replaced the people I actually went to school with. Rachel has completely disappeared from the cast and in her place is...GET READY FOR IT...Robert Pattinson. I'm not kidding. RPatz. So, none of the other guys in show choir are really cool with the RPatz/Rachel replacement and there are all these involved and overproduced sing offs to try to get rid of him. The theory being that if the whole show choir votes against him in a sing off he will be voted out of school and will have to go peddle his musical wares elsewhere. Meanwhile I have mentally replaced some of the normal cast with some of the Twilight cast. For instance, Tina Chang has been replaced by Eric Yorkie (Justin Chon) and apparently he is my very flamboyantly gay best friend. Again, keep in mind I have NO control over my dreams and just go with it. So he flounces up the risers one day and I greet him as if he has been missing in Africa for the past ten years and finally made it home. Not literally missing in Africa, I'm just pointing out how effusive and flamboyant the greeting was. So then he scoots his chair over next to mine and begins telling me this really convoluted story about how Other Asian (as Sue likes to call the non-Tina Asian on the show) is really a drug dealer and has begun selling dope made from dried, ground banana peels and how awesome it is and everyone is doing it and why don't I? I point out that I hate bananas and he desists but then we start talking about the current sing off situation between the other men in the choir and RPatz. Justin Chon does not like RPatz because he feels like there can only be one over-dramatic and temper-trantrumy male in the show choir and he is already filling that role admirably. At any rate, while this conversation is happening Finn and Robert are asked to sing a song together which OF COURSE turns into a singing contest with both of them trying their hardest to impress the rest of the show choir. Finn pretty much does what Finn normally does which is sing his heart out sincerely in a nice non-showy way, whereas Robert Pattinson begins to showboat like some sort of extra in Cats making HUGE arm gestures and opening his mouth ridiculously wide trying to show emotion. However, the choir is clearly pro-Patz and he is just eating the attention up. As a finale to his performance he grabs a bunch of yellow roses from a vase of flowers leftover from the prom. (Right, I have no explanation for how ex-prom flowers got to the choir room, but it made sense at the time. They were EVERYWHERE too. Huge vases. All over.) So he gets these flowers and sort of weaves them into a semi-circle which he holds around his face for the rest of the song. (I think the song was Open Arms by Journey...how fitting for Glee, right? At least my subconscious is fairly accurate in some ways.) Then he makes his big finish and all the people in the choir swoon except for me and the guys in Glee who are all sort of rolling our eyes and hoping he stabs himself to death on the weird Collar of Roses he made for himself. Then poor Finn comes back up the risers to sit about five seats down from me...oh I should point out that everyone was calling him Cory Monteith and not Finn, and YES they were using BOTH names like his whole name was Corymonteith and it wasn't a first and last name. So, Cory Monteith sits back down and I feel so bad about what happened that I walk over and make some inane TV show comment like "Don't feel bad, Cory Monteith, you'll always be my favorite Gleek." and then I kiss him on the cheek. Sounds harmless right? BUT here is the weirdest part. When I kiss him on the cheek I get all these tingles and happy sparkles and I realize that I am actually in love with him and I start to walk away but I turn back to see if he got tingles and I can see he totally did. AND in the background RPatz, who is still wearing the Collar of Roses, is staring at me all wounded and hurt...and I realize that he is my boyfriend. At which point Cory Monteith says "Maybe we should do that again."
But I say something completely horrendous like "No Cory, let me sing you my heart." (I swear who makes up these lines? Who? Oh right, me. I should be shot) And I get up and sing a version of "Here comes your man" by the Pixies. Weirdly while I am singing it the choir room melts away and I'm sitting in my old bedroom at night singing into a stuffed animal (but Cory Monteith is there still sitting on a riser in the corner) and my dad shouts from the other room "I hate when people sing that song!" Thankfully at this point I wake up, because I cannot even tell you how much trouble I would have gotten if my parents had found some guy sitting on a riser in my bedroom in the middle of the night.
So...yeah. I dream weird stuff. WEIRD stuff. And now you know just how weird.