Sweet Dreams
13 January 2006, 07:41
Gah, haven’t felt much like writing this past week. I have been consumed with energy, but exhaust myself really quickly, overdoing the errands/lunches with friends/chores etc. Unfortunately I don’t know my own limitations (I’m not real bright, you see) and put my back out again yesterday whilst, of all things, chopping vegetables. I’m not expecting sympathy here, merely articulating my own tomfoolery…
Pregnant ladies seem to carry on about their vivid and crazy baby dreams, particularly in the last few months. Alas, I have little to report on that front and I am usually the first to have madcap dreams. I’ve had a handful of weird-arse dreams, and have had a recurring one (ahem, recurring twice) where my labour was pain-free and I gave birth to Mr. Hanky (aka, the Christmas Poo). But if dreams are meant to reflect your unconscious fears and expectations, then I’m in serious trouble. The word “Denial” springs to mind.
I had a dream last night that Peter Gabriel served me at a Bookstore and I asked him if they had any books about him (they didn’t). What could all this mean so close to the birth? Should I be naming my child “Gabriel/Gabe” if it’s a boy (or “Gabrielle” if it’s a girl)??? That’s just so Mr. Kotter. Colour me horrified.
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