It was a very wierd dream; everything was mixed up.

It was two years ago, I was at a Matric Dance, and my partner (my brother) was dressed up as Elvis. Everyone kept commenting about how nice my boyfriend was, and how good looking he was, and how lucky I was to be with Elvis (I don't like Elvis by the way). Anyway, as the dream went on, I found out that Elvis was actually my father, but wanted me to believe that he was my brother for legal reasons. The next thing I knew, we were on the beach, drinking Vodka, and watching the sunset. As the sun was busy setting, he stood up, sat down closer to me, and asked me to marry him. I said yes, and we were both incredibly happy, until the time came for our honey moon, as we both felt a little strange.

The next thing I knew, I was lying in the hospital, waiting to give birth to his child. There was a waiting period at the hospital, because there were quite a few women giving birth, and I was number 22 in line. Once I had my child, I got to hold him, and he looked identical to Elvis, but had a tiny body.

I then woke up. I don't have a crazy obsession with Elvis, I just found this dream very wierd.