I never remember dreams

But the past few nights I've had the weirdest, most vivid ones in recent memory.

Last night I was getting doctor-ordered breast implants. Nothing big or fancy, although the surgeon asked me whether I wanted the larger ones - apparently my need for the augmentation was medically related but the size wasn't specified. Still, I chose the smallest model. I can remember mourning the loss of my molehills even though I wasn't going that farther up the ladder. Then I was suddenly ushered into this sanitizing shower where I waited in line with a frightening amount of children.

And then I was suddenly picking out second-hand prom dresses at a Goodwill. In the dressing room the attendant asked if I had a credit card and yes, it turns out, I did have a Goodwill account! - so she put me in a "special" fitting room. But there was a family that joined me soon after and they all got quite indignant when I asked them to leave me in peace while I changed.

...It was all very real and pretty disconcerting. I kept waking up and then re-entering the world, especially the part about getting a boob job. It weirds me out that I was kinda excited in the dream. I've never in my life wanted bigger breasts but I was... anxious for them last night. I was also keen on the idea of getting them straightened and, now that I think about it, maybe that's all it was. TMI, I'm sure, but in reality I'm not "balanced" - and, well, I'll just leave it at that. So maybe the dream was nothing more than a fleeting wish fulfillment.

But night after night it's been like this. And normally I can't remember my dreams at all except for a few emotional left-overs - now I've got really clear scenes playing over in my brain.

And now I kinda want to know what it'd be like to have bigger knockers.