Preggo Dreams

I woke up at  8:30am this morning from a bad dream I’d had. Pregnancy makes dreams definitely more vivid, which I’ve been experiencing since the start, though mostly sex related. Lesbian sex related, usually. I had a sex dream with Sue Silverster. Yeah. Eeeshh. Anyway, last night I dreamt I had my baby, and was pregnant again at the stage at I’m at right now. My baby had been kidnapped by crackheads who lived upstairs from me. The crackhead dude ran off, and the lady was taken away, so my baby was just left there. And no one would let me have it. I say it, because I have no idea whether it was a boy or girl. The first time I saw the baby, it was adorable, and I was pretty happy about that. As soon as I held it, the police took it away, and wouldn’t let me have it back. The baby kept shrinking away, until I got to hold it again and it would grow. Then no one would help me try and get my baby back. No one at all would talk to me or help. I’d see them helping everyone else, but not me. Baby kept shrinking. Ugh. I fell back asleep twice and kept having continuations of this disappearing baby. I did breastfeed in it, twice, in public without a cover and I didn’t care at all. That made baby grow.

I haven’t really had many baby related dreams. The last one, apart from last night, that I remember was a while ago. From the sounds of things, this was one of those common dreams pregnant women have, at least as far as the elements within it. I was carrying a litter of babies rather than just one, and I was getting tired of carrying them all. I wanted them immediately, so I pulled one of them out. At first it looked weird, like a 12 week old fetus, but quickly grew and looked like a toddler. I was in a car and holding the toddler. The car window was cracked. Out jumped the baby, to chase a dog. It was running like a dog itself, on all fours. I couldn’t catch up and was yelling at people to catch that baby. Also it was in Santa Cruz, where I’ve never been to.

Last night’s dreams have left me feeling a bit off today. I know parts of it were brought out by watching way too much Law and Order: SVU, along with my fears of no one being around the help me once the baby comes. One of my main sources of support has been MIA and unresponsive to texts, so that’s echoing in my subconscious, I’m sure.

I think I’ve reached the scarycat part of this pregnancy.