I had another dream the other morning; Saturday morning, in fact. I don’t remember much of what happened in the dream…
Once again, I dreamt I had a baby girl.
I spent the weekend at home, my parents’ home. It was awesome.
My mom gave my distended stomach one look, and said, that’s a girl in there. Look how far forward that tummy is – boys tend to lie more in the back.
Of, course, it could go either way.
Every morning, my stomach goes flat. When I wake up, I just look slightly on the pudgy side. But, by lunch time, and even moreso at night, I have this grotesque bulging bloated stomach. Another crazy quirk of nature. Go figure.
Also, an interesting sidenote that my mom told me this weekend: She said that just before I dumped the news of my pregnancy earlier this year, she had had a dream that someone in the family was preggers. And she remembers wondering to herself “Wie in die familie is nou weer op die paal?”. Hilarious. Anyway, long story short, it turned out to be me, which was about the last person she was expecting. My mom said she wondered about all the cousins, but didn’t even think to look in her own house.
This morning I had a nightmare. Haven’t had one of those in years. (And I stand by what I say: I really don’t dream that often. And I only really remember my dreams when my sleeping pattern is disrupted somehow – either by waking up too early, or being able to sleep late)
I woke my husband with my mewling. He turned me. I woke. Nightmare over, husband there to comfort me.
Bliss.
“You’re afraid of the dark?” he asks me this morning. I blush a fiery crimson and sheepishly admit “Yeah. I always had a nightlight at home.” “Oh. I didn’t know that.”
Go figure, right.
Anyway, the dream was horrible. I was lying on my back and I couldn’t move. Everything in the dream was in slo-mo. There was a resident evil (haha) manifesting itself in a room. It turned people into evil entities, violent. But, to the other two people in the room, you look like the evil entity. We were all hitting and slapping each other, speaking in slowed horrible voices, but sounding normal to ourselves.
When my husband turned me, I was pushed out of the room at the same instant.
He said he heard me say something – but, it didn’t make sense, and he couldn’t hear what I was saying.
I’ll tell you what I was trying to say in that molasses surreal dream-state: “GET OUT!! GET OUT OF THERE!!”
I wonder what it all means….
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Sounds really upsetting... As to what it means; what do you think?
I think astral catalepsy may actually have had some part in your dream. The theory is that, while we sleep our spirits sometimes leave our bodies to go do other things and sometimes our minds are just awake enough to catch on when we either return or leave. This causes the feeling of horrible evil (spirit leaving body; I'm dying!)and sluggish/can'tmoveness.
hmmmm... i've heard about that.
i usually tend to go for a biological reason 1st.. like, maybe my heartrate slowed to a very low state.
both my mom and i have low blood pressure. so, that oxygen deprivation your body could experience, could have this sort of effect.
but, what do i know - im not a doctor, or a spiritual healer/follower person.
^_^
Hey
I have a theory on dreams, but don't hold your breathe it's not very original. I think they're just a manifestation of what you want or an experience you've had that's had a profound effect on you. That's why a womman who has been raped will have nightmares like that, or if you watch a move about a serial killer that often crops up in your dreams. Of course there is also the more obscure stuff that you won't consciously notice like if you're asleep and there's a movie on in the background. It's probably a nonsensical theory but... As for your husband, I'm sure he's open to a night light. Didn't he always say you were more girly girl than you are willing to admit
don't worry, i'm not holding my breath.
my husband is so full hope and so full of sh*t.
anyway - i subscribe to the idea that dreams are a manifestation of whatever is on your subconscious - that part of your brain that doesn't switch off when you think you're relaxing.
you're still figuring things out for yourself, even in your down time.
which is awesome.
so - maybe i'm worried about my bro, and if he's okay. maybe i still wanna protect him by any means necessary. that's why he was in my dream.
maybe i'm trying to help him, even tho i'm the one who needs help. maybe i'm the one with the messed up methods.
i don't know.
i think the sluggishness can be attributed to low blood pressure.
see- i just justified it all for myself.
i'd like a night light.
i remember saying something about wanting a light to read by - my wonderful husband didn't catch the hint - in classic male style, of course.
so, next time we go appliance shopping, i just may get one.
or, mayhaps - tonight i will dream a nightlite into existence.
and in conclusion,
i'm NOT girly!!!
I wonder if the dream has anything to do with "miss communication". Just a thought.
I couldn't figure out from your post whether this was actual catalepsy.You need to be somewhat awake to be cataleptic, and it sounded that you were asleep, until your husband moved (and woke) you. So probably just an awful nightmare.
Catalepsy needn't be a spiritual phenomena. Just drop the "astral" bit, and it becomes biological/psychological catalepsy.
I have had some catalepsy-experiences in the past. Not sure what type they were. Have some interesting thoughts about it though.
Hello, molecular biologist here. So far, dreams still seem to have no true purpose, no meaning, as it were. However, they are very strongly correlated with the consolidation of memory.
See them as the random and fascinating electrical discharge given off by a brain trying to take what was learnt and observed that day and resides in the RAM of short term memory, and write that to the hard disk of long term memory. Enjoy the sparks. They're harmless.
there's an idea, Prophet!
i suppose it could have something to do with miscommunication - or, lack thereof. but, how would that tie in with my bro? meddling seems the obvious route.
Hunter..
It's so awesome to have a molecular biologist in the family.
so, does that mean my "low blood pressure" theory has been debunked?
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