Dreams

There is a magic about dreams and a mass interest in learning the meaning of dreams. Is it a prediction? Is it my past? Is it a symbol? I have dreamed so vividly it was as though I was actually outside of myself returning to my body as the alarm buzzed. I rarely consider the meaning of my dreams. Sure it is interesting, but I don’t lose sleep over why the caped man sits with me on a park bench sharing a scoop of Camel Gelato while it rains in front of us and remains perfectly sunny behind the bench. I wake up and usually after an hour can barely remember the rain or the ice cream. I don’t dissect it. I chalk it up to my mind in overdrive mixing many of my day’s events into one thought.

Being pregnant takes dreams to a whole different level. It is almost as though when my eyes are shut I am hallucinating! It is an 8 hour acid trip of some very strange ideas and situations. I remember being pregnant with Kaden. I had several irrational dreams...

I gave birth to a very long blackberry bush. I decided this was preparing me for the overall length of labor and painful delivery. My favorite was one of an ultrasound. I was in a very large and sterile room with my ultrasound seen on an old television. You know the kind of televisions that have the two turn dials this was my ultrasound monitor! The tech kept changing the channel to get a better view of the baby. I learned I was having a puppy. The puppy stared right at me with its adorable white fluffy hair happy as could be. These are just two of my favorites…

It is interesting that pre or post pregnancy I typically can’t recall what I dream an hour after I am awake; however, I can recall a year and half later, very vividly, dreams I had 18 or so months ago. The brain is a mysterious sponge.

Pregnant again and the dreams have resurfaced, which keep getting better.

A few nights ago I dreamed I was trapped in an oversized IV bag hanging from the stand. I was facing the door and the fluids kept me from making any noise for visitors to save me. I just doggie paddled in the bag and with exhaustion. It was strange because as I looked down over the room with a birds-eye-view the room appeared oversized. Although, as a character in my dream, as my swimming self, I seemed tiny. What does this mean?

A few nights later the IV dream elaborated from its original version. I was in the IV bag floating in a liter of fluids holding my passport! What? I admit I have given this dream more thought. Does this suggest that once my water breaks Adam and I will no longer travel?

Last night my dream took on a script and illustration all of its own. I dreamed we are having a daughter. She comes out dressed in a beautiful lavender and purple tulle skirt with a perfectly adorable silver threaded buttoned cardigan with buttons of crystal hearts. Her toe nails are painted a pale pink. She even has a little silver bow gathering her few sprouts of hair. That’s my girl who is all dressed up for her party!

Fascinating is all I can say.

The dreams are at least entertaining to share with others. I have 19 more weeks of these deliriums; and with each dream I can’t help but wonder why pregnant women dream the suggestions we do. I know I have an active imagination and a dramatic personality, but these dreams are even over the top for me!

I wononder what the sandman has in store for me tonight...