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THESE DREAMS!!!
Gah!!! My hormones need to stop directing my nocturnal adventures!
I've had 3 dreams where I'm pregnant with my second child. I can't hand;e the one I have, why in the seven hells would I be dreaming of having another one!?
I haven't written about my dreams in a while, and I have 3 to share. 1st one was maybe 2 weeks ago. I'd gone back to design school, but instead of being at Louisville Tech, I was at UWG with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nightlove1 and we were roommates. We were constantly watching movies and eating caramel bugles and NOT doing our homework like we were supposed to. I'm pretty sure I was pregnant in that dream with #2, but I wasn't in maternity clothes yet. A few days after that, I dreamed I was with my mom and dad and sister and we had gone to a thrift store because I knew I was having another baby boy, and we were getting infant boy clothes. When we left, I found that we had come in a really old and beat up looking yellow car, and I found nightlove1 sitting in the back seat waiting for us.
This week I dreamed that my dad (who is a habitual liar) was trying to tell me that he had been to 3 black tie galas in one night. I remember telling him that simply couldn't be true because I had spoken to him on the phone on the night he said he went and he told me that he was a home doing the same old thing. He got upset because I called him out on his lie and followed me to a gas station. We had just wlked in the door and he was trying to tell me that a US Marine never lies and that I was the liar. I told him I knew he was never a marine, that I'd done some background checks and found out that what he said was 'boot camp' was really a jail sentence he served for being arrested for possession of a narcotic with intent to distribute. He falls to the floor and curls up in the fetal position and just.. breaks. It's like I broke him. And in the back of my mind, I was thinking, this is why I don't call him out of his lie in real life. Suddenly, I find myself in a nice restaurant with all of my in-laws. My sister in law is holding my second son and Joey is lying on the table looking up at the crystal chandelier and squealing. And guess who plops down in my lap???!? Pee-Wee fuckin' Herman! And he's like 'Let's take a picture!!" So this guy takes our picture and then starts making a painting out of it, and he was nice enough to paint me thinner and with lighter colored hair, very flattering XD
Then last night I dreamed that Walter and I were living in a nice house in like Florida or somewhere where it's always warm. And Cliff and Joey and the dogs were all having fun in the yard, and he says, "We should really have another baby." And I said okay, and I don't remember the sex part, but I remember the feel of him coming inside me and thinking 'this is right, this is what's supposed to happen.'
anyway... Joey and I have been sick with upper respiratory infections this past week. In fact, I had to take Joey to the hospital early Tuesday morning because his fever was 103.8. We actually slept most of the day today. I managed to hock the infection out of my sinuses this morning and am feeling much better, Joey on the other hand is whinier than ever before, no matter what I do for him.
I've had 3 dreams where I'm pregnant with my second child. I can't hand;e the one I have, why in the seven hells would I be dreaming of having another one!?
I haven't written about my dreams in a while, and I have 3 to share. 1st one was maybe 2 weeks ago. I'd gone back to design school, but instead of being at Louisville Tech, I was at UWG with
nightlove1 and we were roommates. We were constantly watching movies and eating caramel bugles and NOT doing our homework like we were supposed to. I'm pretty sure I was pregnant in that dream with #2, but I wasn't in maternity clothes yet. A few days after that, I dreamed I was with my mom and dad and sister and we had gone to a thrift store because I knew I was having another baby boy, and we were getting infant boy clothes. When we left, I found that we had come in a really old and beat up looking yellow car, and I found nightlove1 sitting in the back seat waiting for us.This week I dreamed that my dad (who is a habitual liar) was trying to tell me that he had been to 3 black tie galas in one night. I remember telling him that simply couldn't be true because I had spoken to him on the phone on the night he said he went and he told me that he was a home doing the same old thing. He got upset because I called him out on his lie and followed me to a gas station. We had just wlked in the door and he was trying to tell me that a US Marine never lies and that I was the liar. I told him I knew he was never a marine, that I'd done some background checks and found out that what he said was 'boot camp' was really a jail sentence he served for being arrested for possession of a narcotic with intent to distribute. He falls to the floor and curls up in the fetal position and just.. breaks. It's like I broke him. And in the back of my mind, I was thinking, this is why I don't call him out of his lie in real life. Suddenly, I find myself in a nice restaurant with all of my in-laws. My sister in law is holding my second son and Joey is lying on the table looking up at the crystal chandelier and squealing. And guess who plops down in my lap???!? Pee-Wee fuckin' Herman! And he's like 'Let's take a picture!!" So this guy takes our picture and then starts making a painting out of it, and he was nice enough to paint me thinner and with lighter colored hair, very flattering XD
Then last night I dreamed that Walter and I were living in a nice house in like Florida or somewhere where it's always warm. And Cliff and Joey and the dogs were all having fun in the yard, and he says, "We should really have another baby." And I said okay, and I don't remember the sex part, but I remember the feel of him coming inside me and thinking 'this is right, this is what's supposed to happen.'
anyway... Joey and I have been sick with upper respiratory infections this past week. In fact, I had to take Joey to the hospital early Tuesday morning because his fever was 103.8. We actually slept most of the day today. I managed to hock the infection out of my sinuses this morning and am feeling much better, Joey on the other hand is whinier than ever before, no matter what I do for him.