Wishful Thinking?

Lately for some reason, I've been having dreams of the Hispanic man (mentioned in the previous blog). We're engaged & I'm delirously happy. I will go on record right now to say that I will not get married. Ever. If by some freak accident I find myself married, one of two things have happened: 1. He got me pregnant & I feel obligated to stay or 2. I'm drugged & please call the cops. With that said, these dreams frighten me a bit. I never had dreams of the big white wedding or naming my children before I hit puberty. Now my dreams are all marriage & infants. WTF?! Maybe my mind is slowly telling to grow up & start looking to settle down. Or I could stop taking my sleeping pills & fall asleep naturally.