For as long as I can remember I’ve had the odd nightmare. Sometimes similar themes repeat and often while I can remember them vividly I can’t actually describe them in words. It wasn’t an every night thing, or even an every week thing and mostly I could figure out what they were about or why I had them… often when I get too warm in bed.
I’ve never thought much about dream analysis.. I figure it is a subconscious thing and they are all related to something I have thought about, seen, heard etc etc. It’s never been a pressing issue to try and ‘interpret my dreams’ or even remember them.
So I know women often report having more dreams while pregnant… but I didn’t with the girls. This time around though… woah!
I dream… almost every night, and I almost always remember them and some of them are just too weird!
There is the usual dreams as well as some freaky ones – I have had one recently where Izzy falls down a small cliff onto rocks (it sounds worse than it is but it is still scary) and one where one of the girls has to go in an ambulance but they won’t let me bring the other one so I end up locking one in the house on their own!?! The other night I dreamt a wild dream that I am sure was sparked by Leah’s undies and a bedside light (don’t ask)! So freaky but explainable…all part of processing stuff.
I haven’t really dreamt about the baby as such but I have this recurring dream that is driving me nuts… makes no sense at all to me.
So it starts with one Barbie. Suddenly her stomach swells up like she is pregnant and then a small baby Barbie explodes out of her stomach. Then there are rows and rows of Barbies all with babies exploding out of their stomachs one after the other. It somehow turns into some kind of choreographed event with babies exploding one after the other along long lines of Barbies…. then there are Barbies lying in pretty patterns shooting their babies out of their bellies up into the air. It is very much like one of those old fashioned movies with the synchronised swimming stuff. It just goes on like that till I wake up and wonder what the heck I am thinking?
So anyone care to analyse that one? What does exploding Barbies mean?