Weird dreams are my thing. I've had some real doozies over the years. (Especially during my pregnancies.) Some are forgotten about before my feet hit the floor in the morning. Some stick with me for days. In high school, I had a very racy dream about a less-than-sexy teacher. I couldn't look him in the eye for weeks. Recently, I had a sticks-with-me kind of dream. It was waaaaaay bizarre.
Apparently, this dream took place about 16 years ago, because my dad was still alive and my husband and children were nowhere to be found. I was getting ready for a wedding....I was the bride. But I didn't know the groom's name. Many of my high school friends were there. I didn't want to look like a complete ass, so I launched a sneaky investigation to find out this dude's name from one of my friends. Mission accomplished.
The "dream" groom was no one I've ever met. He is a real-life stranger. Wouldn't you think the "dream" groom would have been a classmate, old friend, former boyfriend, acquaintance, my dentist, my gynecologist, someone I saw on TV once, or something? I told you this was weird.
Now I had NO intention of marrying Mystery Groom, so I went to have a little chat with him. While we were chatting, I discovered that he was very sweet and was genuinely sad that we wouldn't be getting hitched, which made me briefly reconsider because I didn't want to hurt his feelings. (!!!)
Side note #2:
Am I really THAT easily swayed by my desire to please?! Yeesh. There may be some intense psycho-analysis in my future.
Then came the REALLY strange part. Someone brought 2 little kids into the room and Mystery Groom informed me that the oldest one (5 years old or so) was mine. WHAT?! And the 6-month-old baby was someone else's, but he had custody. WHAT?!
Side note #3:
So I slept with a guy, spaced out his name, got pregnant, carried his offspring, handed him the child, and then FORGOT that I had a baby?! OMG. So in my dreams, I'm half brain-dead AND a slut. Fantastic.
The dream continued. Mystery Groom and I became fast friends.....we held hands and went to tell our families and guests that we would not be getting married. And my dad was mad at me for not going through with the wedding! So he refused to speak to me.
End of dream.
I TOLD YOU THIS WAS WEIRD.
Can someone get me the name and number of a reputable psychiatrist?
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My baby girl is home today....she's all pukey and poopy, so I'm playing nursemaid. I figured this would be a good time to check in with my blog. I miss writing, but it's been very hard to find the time now that I'm working. To the handful of people who have inquired about my posts....thank you for remaining interested. Happy New Year, my peeps!