Last night I had vivid dreams. I dreamed I was at the hospital having a 2nd-trimester miscarriage. Everything was 100% vivid - ow it felt, how everything looked. After I miscarried the baby did live for a while, crying, too but it was just too young- especially since there were not pediatricians around from the NICU. Then, I woke up and when I went back to sleep I dreamed about being in a concert hall where the local boychoir was giving a concert. I saw my high school choir director in the audience and went to tell him about the miscarriage, showing him the fetus in a jar of formaldehyde.

One wonders about my brain sometimes!