I Could Really Use a Sex Dream About Now...
And no, I'm not talking about sex dreams - but damn do I wish I was!
Over the past 3 or 4 nights I've been pummeled with these dreams. About the baby, some of you, some people from work, things from my high school days - the weirdest combos. Of course, some of the details have faded from my mind by the time I catch my breath again, but I figured I'd share a couple with you:
I dreamed of Reggie, Gigi, the Bean, and myself. Only, the Bean was actually their baby, and Gigi kept having to leave to buy jewelery and horses, so I was pretty much taking care of the baby.
They lived on a massive cartoon ranch in the middle of who knows where. It was cartoony, like nature is sometimes portrayed in really bad movies: the trees are all alive, the flowers and sun are greeting everyone, everything is bright, primary colours, and there is singing going on all over the place...by the flowers, birds, sun, trees, animals, etc. They were singing some gay-ass song about it being a wonderful day - I wanted to tell them to shut up, but Reggie and Gigi seemed to love it.
Anyways, I was walking across this field when I saw this huge acreage with a moat around it - imagine my surprise when Gigi came prancing up beside me on a beautiful horse to tell me she'd been waiting for me for hours! So I climbed on the back of the horse, and we flew over the moat. Yes, flew.
We landed gracefully beside the barn where Reggie was dressed in jean overalls, and he told me the baby was sleeping in the barn, so I could go get them and come in the house for lunch. Then Gigi had to literally see a man about a horse, and then was going to a jewelery expo in town and would be back later.
I spent the day helping Reggie move hay from one pile to another, watching the baby, and sidestepping the 103 horses that were walking everywhere. And yes, there were 103 horses, I asked Reggie.
I woke up panicked because I lost their baby in one of the haystacks...
Many of the details of this dream are vague up until the end.
I was still at work, but work was somehow located in my old high school in Ontario. I dreamed that there was an earthquake, and I somehow ended up in the principal's office trying to hide from the tremors, along with one of the women I work with. For some reason we got locked in the office and I started having contractions, but my water would not break.
The woman I was with had me lie down on the floor and checked to see what was going on down there - apparently I have no problem showing people my hoohoo in dreams - nice.
Anyways, she determined that the only thing to do was to break my water (how she knew this I have no idea, she's a sales manager!) and started looking around the office for something to do it with.
Seeing the determined look in her eye I started to panic, telling her I didn't think it was a good idea, and that maybe we should just wait to be rescued!
She reached up onto the desk, grabbed a pen (which just happened to be the naked man pen that Krista brought me from Amsterdam a couple years ago - lol), looked me dead in the eye and said "trust me". Then she pressed the button on the end of the pen to make the little inky part come out - like that extra two millimeters was going to make a difference - and poked me in the crotch while I started screaming!
Just as I heard this loud gush I woke up, screaming of course, and had to feel the bed to make sure it hadn't really happened!
That was traumatizing. Holy shit.
I have no idea what either of those dreams mean, but I think I'm starting to sub-consciously worry about labour, and perhaps what kind of mother I'll be.
I vaguely remember waking the husband up last night just to ask him if he thought I'd be a good mom, then going back to sleep when he told me I'd be the best mom ever...hmmm.