Night before last I woke up and had the feeling that I had the strangest dream. I thought about it as I was drinking my coffee and I started giggling at the absurdity of it.
I dreamed that I was in my house and it was a giant maze- like a corn maze….only it was solid walls. Weird. I sort of became like a bumper car- bumper person if you will.
I then became a some sort of rodent- gerbil or Guinea pig or something. I was then burrowing around- flipping the cedar chips and rooting around in general.
Then suddenly my husband is shaking my feet saying “oh my god- honey, HONEY- are you okay?!?” Then he is fumbling around feeling my feet that are next to his head, and trying to figure out where the rest of my body is. A frantic voice says “please, talk to me!”
Then, around the same time…..we both wake up and realize what is going on.
Apparently HE was having a dream that I was IN A COMA b/c he rolled over on my in his sleep and smoothered me- causing an anoxic brain injury. I figured it started when I got up to pee- sleepwalking, as I am prone to do that. Hence the lost in a maze dream. I probably got turned around- lost on the way back to the bed.
Got into the bed- wallowed around dreaming I was a gerbil. God ONLY knows what I was flipping around IRL in place of the cedar chips. I figure this is when my sweetie was partly woken up and tried to put his arms around me to stop me or something. Who knows- but it resulted in HIM dreaming that he basically killed me and left me in a persistent vegetative state.
I vaguely remembered the dream- but not really him waking me up until later that night when he said “um-WTF exatcly were you doing in bed upside down last night?” Then we both started remembering it piece by piece.
My dreams are funy like that- sometimes I wake up and they are clear as glass immediately, but sometimes it takes a little while for the fog to clear.
It wasn’t even a medicated night is what is so funny about it. 🙂
Oh….T-Minus 10 days until The Campers and another friend come down to visit to celebrate my b’day a few days late. I am really looking forward to them coming- I miss having my friends down here. I just have a feeling there will be some tears- um- Mrs. Camper Being pregnant and all.
Birthday’s just suck- one more year stacking up- mocking you. Telling you that you are that much farther from having a child. That much farther from having more than one- if you ever even DO have one. I hear that haunting of my Ob/Gyn way over a decade ago “If you don’t get pregnant by the time you are 30, it is possible you may never have a biological child”. He didn’t even have a clue about my future husband. As much as I KNOW DH and I were made for each other- it is still so ironic. Ironic that it isn’t even ME that is sending us to the RE. Sign.
So when I get a little pissy about having another birthday- I wish my friends WOULD JUST LET ME. If I want to get totally shitfaced and become a blithering idiot- I DON’T CARE. I am going to be T Plus Three years soon……Thirty plus Three….ugh.
Geez- this was supposed to be a light and airy post about a funny ‘dream’. I am just a ray of sunshine huh?