Dream Weaver

My reputation as a vivid dreamer is widespread. I can recall the content of my dreams in great detail and have freaked out a number of people with my nocturnal adventures. After a dream-filled night, I find myself exhausted from being tormented by a giant iguana trying to get into my car or fighting zombies. Some dreams are lovely, like a series of dreams about my grandma after her passing.

When I got knocked up, I read that one of the "symptoms" of pregnancy is crazy dreams. I laughed and thought "Bring it on!" How much weirder could my dreams get? While I think my dreams have been less frequent than any other time in my life, the ones I remember top the charts for their absurdity.

I've had a number of dreams about Baby; he's always a boy. Once I dreamt instead of a baby, I got an orange kitten. The kitten was very bad and I can't remember how it ended. Another recent dream, which disturbed me very deeply, involved me breastfeeding my parents' dog, Molly. I admit I was reluctant to pick her up the next day.

Last night I had an elaborate dream where I was at a retirement home with a big group of elderly women who all wore matching pink nightgowns in a fuzzy material. The nightgowns also had pink lace on the back, at the shoulders. I thought they might be retired nuns, but there were a number of widows in the bunch, so their identity remained a mystery. In the dream, my dad brought them a big flat screen to replace their old TV. He set it up and left. I kept adjusting the TV so all the ladies could see the screen, but everytime I changed the channel, the TV would reorient itself against a wall making it impossible for the majority of the audience to see it. This repeated over and over until my alarm startled me awake. In retrospect, I should've just moved the directions of their chairs.

Babydaddy dreamt that our one-day-old son could hold up his own head. Something, he said, he discovered after forgetting to support the baby's head. I probed him for more details, but as someone who notoriously forgets his dreams, all he could tell me was that the baby had a head full of dark hair.

What other bizarre dreams await me this pregnancy?