I have had a lot of weird dreams.
I have been pregnant three times and that random "wacky, vivid dreams" side effect hit me hard each time.
When I was pregnant with Libby, my vivid dreams had something of an...erotic angle! Yep, I had sex dreams almost every night. Vivid sex dreams.
And unfortunately my sweet husband
who wasn't puttin' out at the time because he was so freaked out by my big belly was not always the star of those dreams.
Pretty much any guy that happened to cross my path during any given day had the potential to pop into my head while unconscious. I am talking coworkers, friends of my husband, the husbands of my friends, the UPS guy, that teenage boy helping his little sister sell girl scout cookies in my neighborhood...oh yeah,it was bad! These dreams were a source of serious (secret) embarrassment for me until I confessed my imaginary sins to a good friend of mine and she
laughed hysterically told me that it happened to her too.
Good to know I am not the biggest freak on the planet. Because I was really starting to feel like a perve!
Thankfully once I stopped being pregnant the dreams stopped as well. And even better, that particular brand of dream did not make a repeat performance during my next two pregnancies.
When I am not pregnant, my dreams are usually pretty random and jumbled and forgotten almost immediately. But every once in a while I will have a dream that is so real and vivid that
I immediately take a pregnancy test when I wake up I have trouble remembering that it was just a dream.
Like the one I had a few nights ago...
In my dream, I was at bible study. Totally normal. All the regular people were there. Condoleeza Rice and Axl Rose were not in attendance so really there was nothing about this dream that triggered my sleeping brain to realize that it was in fact a dream. It could not have been more mundane and boring.
And then the dream became a nightmare...
I leaned forward to make a note in my book and as I did so, I let one rip! And it was loud! There was an audible gasp from the group and all I could do was shrug and say "sorry."
And then I woke.
And spent the entire rest of the day trying to decide whether it was just a dream or whether I really did fart during bible study.
And to be honest, I am still not sure whether my worst nightmare actually was just my worst nightmare. It still gives me the shudders!
Anyone reading this that was at bible study and would like to clear
the air my name, feel free to do so.
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