Last night, I had a rather disturbing dream.
I dreamt I was pregnant.
Not just a little pregnant, I was about six months along and as big as a house. The weird thing about the dream is that I had been hiding my pregnancy from Mr. Demonic. He had just started to notice me getting a bit pudgy around the middle.
It was such a disturbing dream that I immediately woke up in a cold sweat.
**A late disclaimer: Mr. D had his plumbing snipped about ten years ago, and I’m (*YEAH! YEAH!*) just a pinky length beyond menopause. This woman is not birthin’ any babies.
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I suppose you have never heard of something called “Immaculate Conception.”
Or you thought involved a super brand of self-cleaning condom, or something like that.
I am guessing this is tied up with Nanowrimo, and is a very good sign. 🙂
OH! I never thought of that! Birthin’ a book… Push, push, push…
This was the second blog post that was in my reader today about a disturbing dream last night. Must be something in the air. Oh and at work everyone is commenting across the board that kids are acting weird. I guess it’s that time of year!
I had one too. A disturbing dream, that is. Last night. It spooked me and I’m not even going to think about it.
Once I dreamed I was flying a straight drive helicopter and kept missing the gears.
That was bad, but if I dreamed I was pregnant it would be even worse.
Dr. B
That would be a nightmare!
An old friend of my grandfather who was a neurophysiologist used to say that dreams are your brain’s equivalent of a fart: necessary for digestion, usually unpleasant and best forgotten.
😉
Well, usually my dreams are movie-quality, but this one would be a horror show.
Babies and children in dreams are seldom literal babies and children.
I’ll bet you’re going to give birth to something, even if it’s not a baby. Maybe NaNoWriMo related…maybe something else!