OK so get this...my parents arent the hippie type, or anything else like that. So one night while my moms pregnant they both have the same dream. They both dreamt they were in a teepee with a really old medicine man and he told them to name me Shayna. Well my mom woke up thinking she was losing it because I was supposed to be a boy. But she liked the name Shane so she pretty much decided that was my name. Then my Dad was like "I gotta tell you about this crazy dream...". They both got a little wiereded out. But agreed on the name. Then around 8 hours later my Mom was in an accident and went into early labor. Imagine the shock of my Dad having to deliver me on the side of the road, then imagine realizing the old man in the dream was right. They were now the proud parents of a bouncing baby girl and named her Shayna Marie, born 25 days early and healthy with 10 fingers and 10 toes and one helluva scream!