Ok so I had some really weird, freaky, fucked up dreams last night and I can’t forget them for some reason which is really odd for me:
The first one is really gross. You probably shouldn’t read it. You know how on Jezebel they have these links to videos and whatnot and they say you really shouldn’t read it and you scroll through the comments and people are flipping out about how terrible and scary it is and you get really nervous to watch it? Its like that. So don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Well I dreamt that I had a…parasite thing. I had come back from Africa and this wierd pink worm thing started crawling out from between my toes and it was yards and yards and yards long. The thing is no one around me was freaked out by it but I woke up thinking I was dying.
After I checked my feet just in case I went back to sleep and this next dream is actually pretty ironic, having just dreamt the dream (nightmare) before:
I dreamt I was pregnant with twins. Everyone around me was really jazzed that I was preggers but I didn’t understand why. I was scared out of my mind. I couldn’t remember how many months along I was and I was really embarrassed because how could you know know. And I was reeeaaallly pregnant. Like out to here pregnant. Then I thought I was going into labor but I realized, once we were at the hospital (the birthing ward was also the osteo-whatsit ward- you know people who break bones really bad- and the cardiac surgery ward- go figure) I was faking my labor pains to see how far along I was. So I’m sitting in the chairs with people and I’m really confused b/c people keep saying that the babies are premature and such and I’m like why? I’m not really in labor… And then I look to see who brought me to the hospital while the doctor is checking on the babies and its David and Comrade Jordan Kroll and someone else, I can’t remember. And they were so excited about the fact that I was pregnant (yes even you, Jordan. I told you it was a fucked up dream) but I couldn’t understand why because it didn’t make any sense. And then when the Doctor (who looked like a cross between my family dr and my cardiologist) said everything was ok and that I had a month to go, I started apologizing profusely for the false alarm.
Then David turned to me and said “I’m so glad you are having my babies” and how he was glad I was not in labor prematurely and such. I tried to be like What the fuck David?! You know you don’t want kids! What the hell is going on?! But I couldn’t speak for some reason and just hugged him because I couldn’t understand why this was happening to me and kinda started crying.
When we walked out to the lobby all of my friends were there and were really relieved that everything was ok. I was still crying and I hugged one of my friends, Geoff, who was only in his boxers for some reason. And Rachel and Matthew were there and it was like everyone had known each other for years. And I couldn’t say a word. Its so weird. I wanted to scream but for some reason I couldn’t open my mouth. And then I realized that everyone was talking about the babies like they were the group’s babies. Like we lived all together or something. And then I looked down and I’m in one of that Mexican house dress/muumuu thing I have and am barefoot. And we *do* all live together…in a commune.
And then I started thinking that I wanted the babies too. I felt glad that I had beaten the doctors and had kids before I had to have any surgery. Basically I was having my cake and eating it too. But then the girl from the Giant Checkout line came up to me and was really angry and pissed at me and started yelling “Why are you pregnant? Why didn’t you get an abortion?!” And I tried to explain myself but it wasn’t coming out right. And then I lied to her and said I was putting them up for adoption to shut her up.
I think the thing that creeped me out the most was that it was 1) really real feeling. To the point where I woke up and checked to see if I was really pregnant and 2) that everyone was so excited that I was pregnant and how creepy and weird David was being about it. I kept trying to ask him why he was so happy about it since he had told me (in real life) that he didn’t want kids but he didn’t listen to me.
So that’s my dreams. I’m never going to Africa and I’m- well I’m probs going to have kids, just not right now and I’m not giving it to a commune of my friends to raise…
Also feel free to analyze the themes of my heart surgery that popped up in there.
Ugh- I need to stop eating weird things before I go to bed.