Dreaming….

Now that I am on a writing binge, I may as well keep going….after all the rainy weather today is perfect for it J
This past week I have woken up in the early hours and lain in my bed with all kinds of thoughts rushing through my mind. I have thought of interesting things to write on my blog, answered all kinds of overdo and very overdo emails to people, come up with fascinating arguments for various assignments and of course created award winning poetry. If only I had actually written it all down….
Imagine the time one could save if there was a device that recorded all your thoughts? If I could invent something, it would be that. Attach some type of electrode to the brain that interprets the nerve-impulses, recording them onto a disc that later in the morning when you are ready to rise at a sane hour, you can simple insert into your PC & Voila! Anyway, I should keep on dreaming! Speaking of which….

I have had some rather crazy dreams lately to do with the baby, which are apparently all very common. One I affectionately call the “Where the hell is a toilet?” dream. In this apparently very common dream, I spend most of my time rushing around trying to locate a toilet. I am aware my bladder is full and I desperately need the loo but there is always some problem in accessing one. For eg. Opening a toilet door to discover it is actually a bedroom and then opening another door and finding someone else sitting comfortably on the loo, engrossed in a novel etc etc. General theme: there are always obstacles between me and the loo! Eventually my body wakes me up (thank god) and I realize I do actually desperately need the loo and am now at least able to get out of bed and go. Given that I need the loo now on average 5 times per night, one could call this a recurring dream. Very frustrating!
Then I have the protective dreams, where I am running away & hiding from bad people who want to kill/kidnap/hurt my baby. This is obviously a very distressing dream, a nightmare really, but seems to bring out the protective mother in me and I usually get very angry and confront these people head on, before waking.
The other dreams just involve various scenes involving my baby in some way. Usually these are quite pleasant and I wake up wishing my baby was here already. I had an amusing on the other night that I feel was influenced by my child psychology lecture that evening. We were focusing on prem and low birth-weight babies, conditions that are very detrimental to the baby longterm. In my dream I give birth to my baby (a boy – take note) early – The 10th of August to be exact. Although everything is fine with the baby, I am distressed about this and ask the doctor if he can’t just please put the baby back inside me for another 2 – 3 weeks. The doctor responds that no he can’t, as the baby is already dressed. And indeed he is, in a beautiful blue and white baby-grow! He he…what madness…

Other interesting dream facts are that the week before I discovered I was pregnant I dreamt of babies every night. On one particular night I dreamt Craig and I were doing a pregnancy test. He held the test up, looking at the 2 blue lines and proclaimed, “It’s a boy!” Also in the week before I announced my pregnancy to my family, my father told me he had a dream that I had started eating red meat. I just smiled to myself at the time! (I am vegetarian but always said I would eat red meat when I was pregnant as there is an enzyme necessary for fetal brain and nervous system growth only found in it.) Dreams are fascinating things, I remember Wendy dreaming she gave birth to a blue Swiss Army Knife, when she was pregnant! That one really takes the cake. I thought at the time it was very symbolic and she had to be having a boy, but I was wrong! So who really knows what these dreams mean anyway? Oh well, it is fun just pondering.. J