Last night I dreamed I was in a car with Sweet Girl driving, and she didn't navigate a curve very well. We flew off the road and into a lake. The car bobbed a few moments, but I knew it was going down. I reached for my Blackberry and called 9-1-1. And I was so dang CALM! I wasn't even angry at Sweet Girl for putting us in the lake. I remember saying, "Well, that's not what I had pictured."
Before the rescue personnel got there, however, we somehow were slung up onto the bank. Someone had tied a rope to the car, but I was somehow responsible for steering it in such a manner that it whiplashed its way up onto the bank.
It's somewhat miraculous that I could manage to call 9-1-1 and navigate the car and all that, since I was also HOLDING A BABY. I couldn't even explain where the baby came from, but it was mine. It had dark hair and was precious and was only a few days old. (This was probably due to my snippy post about teenaged moms the other night.) In one scene in my dream (don't know if it was before the lake incident or after it), someone was questioning the diapers I was using. They were more of the pull-ups style than real diapers. I remember thinking in my dream, "Wow, it's been a long time. I'm going to have to learn this stuff all over again." The person I was talking to was looking at me like I was an idiot.
I'm not sure if it was because I used pull-ups on a newborn.
Or if I had a baby at the age of 48.
2 comments:
That's not a dream...it's a nightmare!
whatever you had to eat before dinner- don eat it again! yikes- i agree with frogger there- a nightmare for sure.
and as one of my friends would say (who believes in dream analysis) "what do YOU think this dream means?"
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