At least is wasn't a "falling" dream.

You know, I read somewhere in one of those many pregnancy publications I've perused in the past half year or so that sometimes the hormones in pregnancy can cause you to have some craaaaazy dreams.

I can vouch for that. Guess who made a cameo appearance in my dream last night?

Chucky. Yup, the little redheaded Good Guys doll that had me removing all of the dolls and stuffed animals from my bed when I was a kid.

I woke up drenched in a cold sweat. Damn Chucky! I just changed those sheets two days ago. *sigh*