Last night was a bad night. We didn’t go to bed until late. I snoozed until Matt came to bed at around 11:30, so maybe 1/2 hour. Then Brennan woke up to eat. Matt was asleep, and I hear a thump from overhead. I sent him up to put Keeley back in bed. I have this panicky thing going on because Brennan still hasn’t rolled yet. So I want to make sure that she’s asleep before I go back to sleep. About an hour later, she still wasn’t asleep, so I got her back up and fed her again. She finally went to sleep around 1:00 am. Then she got up again around 6. Keeley was up right after that. At least no one was vomiting, but it still wasn’t fun.
The other night I had this really odd dream. I’ll try and piece it together for you. Seriously, you should be inside my head sometime when I’m dreaming. It’s so weird, and half the time I lose the detail before I wake up. I told it to Matt, though, so maybe I can figure it out. First I must tell you that I dream about peeing way too much. Mostly I’m trying to find a place to pee, but everyone is watching or it’s a men’s locker room or something. I wake up and really have to go, of course. This is not one of those dreams. You’re welcome. Second of all, I must say that I dream in color. Technicolor sometimes. There’s usually a lot of detail, and a lot of times I feel like I am still ‘there’ when I wake up. Also most settings that I end up in are either ‘where we live/d’ or ‘my parents’ place’ or variations on that theme. Places I feel comfortable I guess. Which is probably why my dreams are so weird. Because I feel safe. Okay, brace yourself for the convolutedness that is my dreamland (convolutedness is too a word, spell check).
This one involved my husband (who was and was not my IRL husband, throughout) who died at the beginning of the dream. I was trying to talk to his family (not his real family) about him because we were newlyweds and I wanted something to tell our baby. Even though they tried to console me, they were completely lost in their own grief and didn’t seem to care that I was hurting, too. I dreamed I left (random place) and went outside and just threw myself on the ground to sleep. (Lay, laid, lain? I give up.)–I wake up and my husband is not dead. It was a dream. Then we were somewhere? and I tried to shower but was having trouble taking a shower. I was talking to my husband (his this time) and he was trying to help me. There was a dog in front of the shower, which all the sudden was outside. The dog was drinking water that was leaking, but there were down power lines and the dog was getting shocked taking in a huge stream of water and simultaneously shooting sparks out its, umm, arse. Like a cross between a firework and a torch (Matt asked, so that’s how I’ll explain it). My husband said he’d come help me and was driving a 4wheeler? around behind me where there were not any wires. Obviously, I could not get out on my own. Then, somehow he died again. His family (again not his real family), told me that it was something to do with the vehicle he was driving. Then I was mourning again.
There may have been a change at this point, but I can’t remember. All I remember is the baby crying, then. IRL. My husband was snoring right beside me, alive and well.
So, yeah. There you go.