Oh, the irony

Not only did I get AF on my birthday yesterday, I also had a vivid dream last night that I was six months pregnant.

I was going for an ultrasound at a very posh clinic and instead of heaving myself up onto a cold examination table, I got to lay down on a plush comfortable couch that was wave-shaped.  The technician did a scan and said everything was fine, but I didn't get to see my baby on the monitor.  So I wanted another scan and the tech guy said he'd do it another time as he had to go out.

So now I'm obsessing about the dream.

Is it a sign?  Or just another dream? 

Is the universe telling me to hold on and not give up all hope?