Daily Archives: February 20, 2009

Dream Post 8: A witch and a baby.

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Well…

I was in my house and I was pregnant and another couple was there and I was having stomach pains and my husband (Jeff?) check my temperature and I had a fever so we called the doctor and apparently my baby was dead but then he did all these things to make it alive one of which was cut a hole below my left breast with a saw with no numbing but I didn’t end up feeling it.

Then my baby was still dead but I was convinced it was alive and my husband was going through all the things he could have done wrong to kill the baby and my mom and I were trying (silently?) to convince him he didn’t do anything wrong.

Then there was a witch and she was going to kill me and take my baby and she said I could destroy whatever I wanted in my house and there were certain things I could kill to get back at her and I tried to figure out the right things but I was having a hard time figuring it out, and then she told me to jump out a window and the left was something and the right was something so I jumped out of the right and I don’t know if that was the right one or not but then she was laughing. So then I had to watch as my husband came back and I was gone and it turns out he was planning with this witch (I think he was under a spell) and they were trying to rid my things of the house, and meanwhile he slowly forgot who I was.

The end.

Dream Post 7: Bonus Dream

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I found this dream recorded on my desktop. Enjoy a bonus round.

I had a dream. I was on the T with Jeff going home from somewhere on a street that looked like San Francisco. I was getting to the T and the Red Sox were playing so everyone was asking how to get to the game. I was telling people how to get there and this one kid was like “No, that’s not how you get there” and I was liike “YES.” And he wasn’t even from the city. then we get to the T and Jeff’s gone and I am waiting for the T and the kid is like “Want a ride?” and he has a car and even know he was a tool I was like “sure” and so he’s driving me into the city and its raining and we’re driving across a bridge that is just the road and nothing else and he hydroplanes a little into the water and I’m like “slow down please and don’t kill us” and then he’s like “yea sorry i’ll be careful” and then he hydroplanes again and crashes our car into the water.

Then I wake up and I’m in the car getting to my house. Someone helps me out and then I’m inside and I can’t figure out how to work the phone and all I want to do is call Jeff and I can’t for some reason.

My dad calls and says they are on the way home, and then I am with someone and they’re telling me to calm down but I just want Jeff.

Then I’m at a mall talking to someone who is my youth leader asking them about my injuries and what happened because I can’t remember anything from before to the day of the accident and she’s reassuring me I’ll be OK.

Secretly, in my mind, I know that I am not going to get to go to China now.

Dream Post 6: Yoga?

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I had a dream:

I am with my friend Jen, the other Jen, and I am going with her to her apartment (her families apartment?) in “the city” which is either a) a second city that lives in my head that I’ve dreamed of before or b) a borough of the city that is already in my head. I haven’t decided which, yet. She is showing me her apartment, which I have been to before in my dreams (once) and I remember it, but it is very dusty and dark, like no one ever opens the windows or turns the lights up past “dim.” Then, I am going to yoga in this old building, but I remember being in my jeans, which is not helpful for yoga. Some woman has brought her baby, but it’s only the head of a baby, not its whole body. This doesn’t frighten me, because apparently this is normal. I comment on the fact that the baby has an excellent laugh, and his mom is like, “Well too bad you can’t see his smile, but I left his mouth at home.” It is very bizarre. Then the baby is a regular sized toddler, and apparently everyone has brought their children to yoga class. So someone gets the idea to have a babysitter take all the children to another room while the parents do the yoga. I help bring the children over to this room, and one little boy says he thinks I am fun and wants to play with me. I am torn between going to the babysitting room and going back to yoga, but in the end, I go back to yoga. Jeff is there, and we begin yoga, but the room we are in is apparently outdoors, and I am covered in bugs, and the ground is very uneven, so it’s hard to do the yoga. The ground is all moss, instead of being grass, and I find it very hard to get comfortable.

Then I wake up.

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