Jeremy is Skyping for the first time so I've decided to use this time to blog. There are so many topics running around my head that it's hard to pick. Let's not even talk about the many topics I've thought about and since forgotten. I often think how nice it would be to have a keyboard connected to my brain so I could blog at a moment's notice - but that's for another blog :-)
Inception has been a point of conversation in Jeremy's Skype so how about I talk about dreams.
I never had crazy pregnancy dreams with the girls. Not the case with this pregnancy. I don't know if it has anything to do with the difference in gender or some other cause...perhaps lack of sleep in the midst of a crazy life?? Regardless, my dreams have been WEIRD!
Just a couple of nights ago I had a dream that I can still vividly recall. I tried putting it into words for Jeremy and it just was not making sense. Which makes sense when thinking about the dream. Does that make sense??
I'll try to condense it to key points/phrases:
-We (myself and people I knew but can't tell you who they are) were in a stream/river...but in a confined/controlled space. It was clear/clean like a pool, but it wasn't.
-It was a "tram" station of sorts for water - although we were just playing around in the water, not waiting for the tram
-I went under and there was a lot of grossness on the bottom that I did not want my feet to touch. Also floating around were weeds of some sort.
-When I came back up I, along with two other friends, had floated down stream to a separate tram station.
-We saw a sign that stated "No beer or hamburger." We looked over at a side wall and saw a poster commemorating a lady who I believe was Typhoid Mary.
-Obviously this meant that drinking beer and eating hamburger in the water meant you were going to get Typhoid fever. What else would it mean?! Haha.
-I frantically asked the tram manager why the one upstream would allow people to swim in the water while eating beef and drinking beer (which apparently we had been doing - side note, I hate beer). He stated it was good business for his section and therefore wouldn't/couldn't say anything about it.
-I was now in a mad dash to get back upstream to warn my friends.
-I was having a very difficult time talking...my mouth was cotton. Obviously I was coming down with Typhoid fever!
-By the time I got to the station no one was in the water. I was too late!
-Suddenly I saw Jeremy (first time I knew he was there) and others waiting in line to board the tram...clean & dry I might add.
-Apparently I wasn't worried about them anymore as my attention shifted, still unable to speak clearly.
-I saw three ladies from back home (2 daughters and their mother). One was sitting on the ground singing/talking about her large multi-colored bag. The sister was standing in line (getting refreshments of some sort??) with the bottom half of her hair dyed purple. The mom was out of my peripheral vision, but I know she was there.
---Then I wake up...with a cotton mouth and unable to swallow---
Swimming, beer & beef, trams, Typhoid fever, three ladies connected themselves but not at all connected to me in my current life (other than being Facebook friends). What in the world does it all mean?!?!
Nothing, I'm sure. Except the fact that I'm pregnant.
Oh. And during this same night, though I'm not sure it was a part of this dream or another I can't remember, I dreamed of a name for the baby. Never have I had a dream that involved a name for our kids. I hadn't even been thinking about names that day. But it was quite clear and in that state of almost awake yet still asleep, I was repeating it with the middle name we already have picked and it sounded perfect. Even when I woke up I was saying it to myself over and over. Not a bad name. One I never would have thought about in a conscience state for sure, but not bad!
I ran it by Jeremy...he laughed :-/ Only because one obscure actor has the same name. How many people are going to know that?!?! Going to associate it with this one person?!?! No one, I say.
I say respect the dream.
I added it to "the list."
We'll see if it grows on the hubby or if it falls from its good graces in my mind.
We don't share the name of the baby until the birth announcement so you'll just have to wait in suspense :-) Should we not pick the name from the dream, I'll do my best to remember to blog about our other name choices and note which is the dream name.
Until then, happy dreaming!
Oh...and don't forget your "totem"
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