Eat your heart out, Carl Jung
MB has to be at work at 6:30 AM and I don't have to be at work until 8:00. I get up when he gets up, and once he leaves I am sometimes very industrious and do useful things like putting away the clean dishes or getting a load of laundry done. Sometimes I eat toast and knock some entries off my blogroll. And lots of times, I burrow into the loveseat and surrender to an extra hour of sweet, sweet sleep. On weekdays when I'm off work (like today, for example), I can grab several hours of sweet, sweet sleep. Oh, the decadence of my life. I'm a pretty prolific dreamer, and my dreams seem to be especially vivid and odd any time I get up for a little while and then go back to sleep. My dreams are weird, wild, a lot like action movies, and always in full sound and color. There's usually not much connection to anything going on in my waking life, and no recurring themes.
Except for the last week or so? I have been constantly dreaming about being pregnant. And not just peed on a stick pregnant, but big tummy, nursery-fixing, almost time to think about due dates pregnant. Before anybody freaks out, there is pretty much no chance short of divine intervention that I am actually with child. Not to be crude, but when it comes to birth control, MB and I believe in redundancy. I'm confident we can rule out Dream as Premonition. It's no secret to anyone who's been reading this blog for a while that MB and I want kids someday, but I don't find my days plagued by the ticking of my biological clock. So far my Logical Clock has been able to beat that bitch into submission but good. Thus we can rule out Dream as Expression of Subconscious Desires.
And yet, this morning, I once again found myself sharing my dream with a big ol' baby belly. In this one, I had to go to the hospital to find out why I was bleeding, and it was all very dramatic, but then the doctor told me I was bleeding because I was eating too many Tums. What the hell, subconscious? I've been told more than once that pregnancy in a dream symbolizes change, and I suppose that is a pretty good explanation, considering the big huge giant change we're about to undergo. I guess I'll just have to hope that my subconscious quits freaking out before I get to the point where I have to dream about going into labor.
Reading: A Crack in the Edge of the World: America and the Great California Earthquake of 1906 by Simon Winchester
Playing: my kickass Heather Feather mix
Here's one of my favorite songs from the mix, "Crane Wife 3" by the Decemberists:
Here's a random-ass video featuring a really adorable cat, set to another of my favorite Decemberists songs, "Sons & Daughters":