So, I was sleeping in this morning, just got up about 10 minutes ago, and only got up then because I have a wedding to be at in 45 minutes. I love sleeping in. I hate mornings, and I like my days to start at the crack of noon whenever possible. I enjoy and relish in my morning sleep when I can have it. This morning, though, part of me wishes that I had needed to get up earlier, because then I wouldn't have had the dream I did.
I dreamed I got a BFP. In the dream, I just tested for the hell of it, because I had a test that was about to expire. I wasn't expecting anything because, like in real life, we weren't officially trying or doing treatments or anything. But I got a BFP. I was thrilled at first, of course, but then I started getting REALLY frightened about the possibility of a miscarriage. I got as far as thinking of how hard it would be to not tell people, and then the dream changed to something else.
Even though I didn't wake up directly from that dream, it still HURT to wake up, remember the dream, and know that it was just a dream that has a high chance of never coming true. Serves me right for sleeping in when there's things I could/should be doing.