Pregnancy Dreams aka Destruction of Sleep!

Okay, I have always been the kind of person who remembers all her dreams- Usually vividly. I loved that quality in myself and valued being a super active dreamer. Now, I had heard before I even got pregnant that along with the ever-puking, ever-belly-expanding package comes an interesting symptom- 'strange' dreams. I wasn't too nervous. I love strange dreams, so I was totally all like, 'BRING IT ON, BISHES!'

That was before I started having them. I can say with all honesty that these dreams are so freaky, so weird, so....insane, that even though I might have technically slept all through the night, I wake up feeling a little less then refreshed. It's a mindf*ck, with a few extra cherries on top. So in order to calm my 'WTF' nerves, I will post some of the dreams for you to see. *Cackles* Taales....from the Daaarkside......

Dream: I am at some sort of strange football game/graduation/something that requires many people to be at a stadium type setting that has large metal bleachers. I have had my baby, and it is a girl. She is wrapped 'burrito style' in her blanket, and I can't get a good look at her face. My brother Jason is with me, and he is the one holding her. He passes her back and forth with my Nonny, and I'm okay with it except for the fact that I don't know what she looks like. I am suddenly away from everyone and I see that my brother has left my baby laying down on the very top bleacher, wriggling and about to fall the forty feet to her death any minute. There is no way I can get there in time. Wake up.

(Yeah, I know. This dream might not sound so weird. It might sound natural, even. But what you don't know, my friends, is that I started you out easy. They get worse. Read on.)

Dream: I have had my baby, in fact I have had two babies somehow- a boy who is about four and a girl who is still a baby. I havn't met them before. We are trying to ride a Disneyland monorail type thing, and the boy is slightly misbehaving. I try to talk to him about it, but he doesn't listen to anything I say and ignores my presence. The baby girl is giggling and playing with me. But suddenly, I think to myself, These arn't my children, I didn't raise them, someone else did. They arn't mine...at the exact second this thought comes into my head, the baby girl's smile fades, very slowly, and she stares at me with cold, creepy as f*ck eyes. The boy looks at me with a look of horrifying triumph. He is obviously Damien from The Omen. I am f*cked. Wake up.

(Slowly getting creepier, yes, yes....)

Dream: I awake at the hospital, and my baby has been born. "You're awake," the nurse says in a kind of creepy, too-nice voice. She is holding a bundle. "Is that my baby?" I ask excitedly, trying to sit up even though I can't. "It's a girl, right?" I ask. (In all of my pregnancy dreams except for this one, the baby has been a girl.) The nurse looks at me really odd and goes, "No. It's a boy." And for some reason I feel like I'm in an alternate reality. She hands me the baby. I look over at Eddie and say, "I don't remember giving birth. Did I do okay? Was I strong?" Eddie just looks at me and says, "No. You didn't get the epidural, and you were really angry and yelling and cussing at the doctors and they all hate you now. It was...pretty bad." Eddie turns and walks out of the room. We are suddenly at home, and I am in bed resting. I can hear the baby crying, frantically like there is something wrong. "WHERE IS THE BABY?!" I yell. Eddie looks at me like I'm crazy and says, "I put it in bed." I rush to the crib, but there is only a lump covered in covers. It's going to suffocate! I think as I tear away a blanket, some pillows, another blanket. Eddie has put the baby UNDER the fitted sheet. I tear away the fitted sheet, sure that the baby is dead- all is quiet now. But when I rip away the sheet, there is only a doll there. Wake up.

(And...the finale...the creepy of all creepies....)

Dream: I am in a very dark castle type place, and seem to be the only resident. I am in a dark bedroom on the third floor, and trying to fall asleep in a big bed that is near the window. My baby girl is with me, and I'm trying to coo her to sleep. Suddenly, I realize that my baby looks strange- she has black, rough, spikey hair that is sharp on my fingers and large, BLACK eyes. Her teeth are razor sharp and also black. She tries to kill me with incredible strength. I am holding her off, trying so hard to calm her down, and she suddenly starts screaming at me, in a very shrill voice, some incredibly malicious and flat out violent things. I am terrifyed, and at last attempt I try to throw her out the window. She bounces off the screen and scuttles, yes scuttles, under the bed, quick as lightning. I fall off the bed and know that she's about to bite my throat out. Wake up.

And, you see, these are only a few from the colorful bunch. And they happen every single night. In every baby dream I've had, the baby is a girl. The ONE time it wasn't a girl, I felt like I was in an alternate universe. Does this mean it's a girl? Or does it mean that I'm just listening to everyone who is telling me it's a girl? After all, we picked our girl name first, which is why I think Eddie 'knows' it's a girl. I have no clue. I only have to wonder for five more days.

Until then, I would adore having one night where I don't wake up in a state of shock, dismay, or straight out confusion. I thought I was having a good one last night. My baby girl was giggling and happy. Then I dropped her.

I'm convinced now, it's true: We're all a little mad sometimes. It's just easier to see when you are pregnant.