Dream a Little Dream
Since getting knocked up (Ricky thinks that phrase is crude, but I think it’s hilarious!), I have done all of the pregnant-lady things.
Morning, noon, and night sickness? Check.
Bigger “girls”? Check.
Odd cravings and food aversions? Check.
The list goes on and on and now we can add to it vivid, weird dreams. I normally remember my dreams only in short snippets, and I never remember enough to really put it all together into anything that makes sense. Not anymore. I’m remembering every detail, and the first weird dream was the best!
In my dream, Ricky and I were having a fight, and I decided to divorce him. The fight was nothing major, so me jumping straight into divorce mode is already weird. But wait! It gets better.
You know how in a dream you can be with someone and then they morph into someone else? Well, in the midst of my divorcing Ricky, he stopped being Ricky and became …
Are you ready?
Seriously, it’s big.
Yep, I was divorcing Britney Spears.
And the best part was that her mom was there. She kept crying and saying to me, “We thought she was doing so much better and would be able to sustain a relationship now. We don’t know what happened!”
I would love to get a dream expert to analyze this, because none of it makes sense to me. I mean, Ricky and I don’t really fight ever and even if we did, divorce has never been and will never be on our radar. I’m not a Britney fan, so it’s odd that she’s the celebrity who showed up in my dream. It’s all very unusual.
The other unusual thing about all of this is that as I troll other pregnant bloggers’ sites I’m discovering that most mommies-to-be dream vividly about their babies. I’m dreaming about Britney Spears.
I’m not really sure what that says about the kind of mom I’ll be.