Two nights ago I had the most bizarre dream. I was carrying Bailey (our daughter-in-progress) in some kind of a bubble, kind of like an exercise ball. It was translucent, so I could see her but not with clarity. We were on some kind of journey, running from an evil woman -- I think a witch of some sort. I don't remember too much about our travels up until the end. I remember carrying her through some type of mall that reminded me of the underground level of Phipps Plaza, but when we walked outside, we were in New Orleans. Then someone told us that if we found the Terminator, that he would help us. We found him in a cave, and for some reason, his advice or words upset me and we argued. We ended up fighting, and I won. We escaped down an escalator and back out onto the streets. Finally I was able to break open the bubble I'd been carrying Bailey in, and I could see her clearly for the first time. She was so precious, and she looked right at me and smiled. The end.