How does my brain come up with this nonsense?

I woke up from the most bizarre dream this morning. And I've spent the last hour trying to figure out how in the world my brain came up with this scenario:

I was pregnant, and due any moment...then went into labor, snuck off to find a dark, quiet spot on the dirt floor (yep, that's right. dirt.)...and gave birth to (are you ready for this?)...42 Saint Bernard puppies.

42.

PUPPIES.



I think I'm definitely overdue for that padded room remodel.