Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Crazy Pregnancy Dreams


So I had heard your dreams get pretty intense when you are pregnant, and boy is it true!  I've been having rather vivid dreams on and off since I got pregnant, but last night's dream was over the top.  Arthur was having an affair with a much older woman, and I was livid.  I've read the infidelity is one of the most common 2nd trimester dreams, so I guess this is just par for the course, but it was still a bit disturbing and I woke up a little bit angry.  


In the dream Arthur was happy I found out his affair and wanted to have both a wife and mistress (a la Ernest Hemingway in "The Paris Wife" that I finished about a month ago).  I wouldn't have any of that so I stole all his credit cards and went on a shopping spree to Louis Vuitton and Gucci (neither of which are store I particularly like or own anything from) just to make him mad.  Then I stole the mistress's passport and burned it so she and Arthur couldn't go on any exotic trips together.   I'm pretty sure there were a few other schemes in there too, but I can't remember those now.


Andrea Parker aka
Jane of Desperate Housewives
Seriously, out of control.  When I woke up I could still see the mistress's face and knew that I recognized her from something.  Finally on the way to work it hit me - it was Jane from Desperate Housewives!  If you don't watch the show - Lynette and Tom are separately and she is Tom's new girlfriend, only on the show she is the same age as the other characters.  I found this extremely amusing.   Does this make me Lynette and Arthur is Tom?  


So I guess Pregnancy + reading The Paris Wife + watching Desperate Housewives = dream with Arthur having an affair with a woman 12 years his senior.   I wonder what crazy thing I will dream about tonight...










*Update* I might need to start a dream journal.  The next night I have to fly to London and have 24 hours to ride a train all across Europe escorting my classmates home.  Only the inside of the train looks like a school bus.  I guess I'm the leader/teacher, but we are all 20ish, and I have no idea what school we all attend.  We take our journey and finally reach Istanbul, which in my dream is the capital of Kazakhstan.  It is very dangerous and the remaining classmates and I must sit very quietly while some sort of military searches the train that looks like a bus.  We don't drop anyone off, and then continue back to London.  I wake up completely exhausted.  No Arthur.

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