I am pretty sure I don't look like this at 8 1/2 months pregnant,
but I do dream peacefully.
If only I had someone to interpret my recent dreams.
Dream #1: I am at a peaceful park on the most beautiful summer
day in June. I am the only one there and everywhere I look, there is
nothing but clear blue skies and rolling green hills and grass.
I look up in the blue blue sky and see hundreds of storks flying up high,
each with their pink or blue bundle of joy that they slowly bring down
& gently lay down on the grass.
I begin to run from bundle to bundle, so excited to see these
precious babies that the storks have just delivered.
I come upon the first pink bundle and gently pull back
the pink corner. Instead of finding a precious newborn
baby, I find a poopy diaper.
Disappointed, I continue to the next bundle, this time blue.
Once again, I gently pull back the corner, expecting to see a baby,
and am greeted by a messy diaper instead.
Each bundle becomes a blanket covering a mess- surrounding me.
Everywhere I look there are pink & blue bundles all of which
contain messy diapers as full as can be.
And then, I wake up.
Dream #2
I send Brian on a secret mission to go and get as many of the largest
bags of salt as he can find.
He is gone most of the night and I find myself wondering where he is.
At last, he shows up with bag after bag of salt & I am elated.
I wake up and he is in bed beside me and I wonder where all the salt is.
Dream #3
(Early this morning)
Brian and I have stepped back in time and are with our kids
on the Titanic. We are each dressed in the clothes of that era, including
the boys in knee shorts and the girls in fancy curls.
Brian is in a brown suit, & I in a cream colored fancy dress with my
hair in an elegant bun with soft curls around my face.
We are called in to dine at a beautiful mahogany table. As I wait
for the children to arrive, I know that the ship is about to go down at any minute.
The kids each individually ask me if they can have the purple drink
for their supper. I think at first, "No, they can't have wine!"
And then I think, "Well, we are all going to die soon anyway, so we
may as well all drink the wine."
The wine goblets are soon passed around and each of my kids has
their own small fish bowl glass of deep purple wine they happily sip from.
And then, I wake up.
Thankfully there is no wine in the fridge.