Dreams

This is fast become a dream blog...

Last night, I spent most of the night tossing and turning because I couldn't decide what to name the baby boy in my dreams. It was strangely vivid... I even had phantom baby kicks in my sleep. I was due January 5th, but I was 2 weeks overdue. It was January 19th and I was having lunch (not sure where) and suddenly needed to push. I was all alone and had to deliver him myself. I was so sad because I didn't know what to call him. He didn't look like any of the names I love- and I hated all of Bum's choices. On top of that- I only had girl's clothes, so the poor thing had to wear lilac pj's. He was beautiful though... Blonde Hair- it was thinner than Cookie's was when she was born, Shattered glass eyes, still dark blue like most newborns, Bum's nose and my cheeks. I still didn't have a name for him when I woke up.

I remember a lot of my dreams- they are always in color, and most of them stick with me through at least part of the next day. I'm a weirdo- I know.