Saturday, March 02, 2002

 

I had a really odd dream the other night. Since during the time I was pregnant, I often dream about having children and always boys. I guess this is because I'm so hung up on the idea of 'preserving the family name' since James is the last in his line to produce male children. I do want girls too. Anyway, in this most recent dream, I had two twin boys about a year old. I also had a little baby that I refered to as my 'little man'. We call Xander that, probably picked up from Nikki's journal. Anyway, this wasn't a just a baby, he was a funny-looking 5 inch little man. In the dream I loved him (he was after all, my child), but secretly, inside, I thought he was disgusting looking. He spoke to me in a thought speak.

I was apologizing to him because I'd forgotten about him. I'd been spending more time with my other boys and I felt genuinely sorry. He forgave me, but he was sick. He started throwing up things. The first to come was pieces of oranges that were as big as his body. More stuff came out and I was amazed that they had fit into his tiny body. I remember being surprised that I didn't feel sick, watching him expel all this stuff. I asked him if he was okay and he said he was. He made me feel more guilty when he told me that he'd been hungry and had eaten that stuff even though his stomach wasn't ready for it. Then he ate from me and again I was amazed. Amazed that he got anything from a nipple that was nearly as big as his little head.

Tres Wierd. My dreams always are. As James says, "It'd be weird if you didn't have a weird dream."

Dawn posted this at 6:07 PM.

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