dream
I woke up from a dream this morning at 6 and couldn't go back to sleep.
I dreamed that Joey was pregnant and I thought I was the one that got him pregnant (I have the impression that I never got a direct confirmation from him that it was in fact me, but somehow I knew). I was either in high school or college because we had one class together. I remember sitting at my desk waiting for class to start - I think the teacher hadn't shown up yet - and while I was sitting there (maybe talking to someone to my left, or leaning slightly to the left?) the door to my right and towards the front of the room opened and he walked in really fast, kind of in that fast, bouncy walk that he has and walked past all of the desks to the last column of desks all the way to the left of the room and went to his seat in about the middle of the column. Everybody was looking at him (as usual), but they were also giggling a little because he looked extremely pregnant. When he got to his seat, before he sat down, he pulled a doll out of the bottom of his red shirt and people laughed louder. Turns out the extreme look of pregnancy was a joke just to make people laugh, but watching all of this I knew that he was parodying something real and serious. [Note: It was only peripherally unusual that a male was pregnant in this particular dream universe of mine. It wasn't the norm, but it didn't phase me.] So he was in fact pregnant, but not really showing yet.
The aloofness and lack of concern with which he treated the situation mirrored exactly what I experienced of him in real life, so there's no confusion as to where the setup for the dream's situation came from. Further undergirding my deep sense of concern in the dream was a knowledge that as time went on his situation was going to get more difficult, and yet here he was treating it with the same callousness that I know he treats so many things and people. I also have a fuzzy memory of speaking to him at one point because he was doing something dangerous... either drinking or doing something really physical that wasn't a good idea given his... delicate state. And my fuzzy memory of his reaction to my expression of concern is of course that he did not take it well and rejected what I was trying to convey.
Weird.
Why hasn't Dani Human friended me back on this thing?
I dreamed that Joey was pregnant and I thought I was the one that got him pregnant (I have the impression that I never got a direct confirmation from him that it was in fact me, but somehow I knew). I was either in high school or college because we had one class together. I remember sitting at my desk waiting for class to start - I think the teacher hadn't shown up yet - and while I was sitting there (maybe talking to someone to my left, or leaning slightly to the left?) the door to my right and towards the front of the room opened and he walked in really fast, kind of in that fast, bouncy walk that he has and walked past all of the desks to the last column of desks all the way to the left of the room and went to his seat in about the middle of the column. Everybody was looking at him (as usual), but they were also giggling a little because he looked extremely pregnant. When he got to his seat, before he sat down, he pulled a doll out of the bottom of his red shirt and people laughed louder. Turns out the extreme look of pregnancy was a joke just to make people laugh, but watching all of this I knew that he was parodying something real and serious. [Note: It was only peripherally unusual that a male was pregnant in this particular dream universe of mine. It wasn't the norm, but it didn't phase me.] So he was in fact pregnant, but not really showing yet.
The aloofness and lack of concern with which he treated the situation mirrored exactly what I experienced of him in real life, so there's no confusion as to where the setup for the dream's situation came from. Further undergirding my deep sense of concern in the dream was a knowledge that as time went on his situation was going to get more difficult, and yet here he was treating it with the same callousness that I know he treats so many things and people. I also have a fuzzy memory of speaking to him at one point because he was doing something dangerous... either drinking or doing something really physical that wasn't a good idea given his... delicate state. And my fuzzy memory of his reaction to my expression of concern is of course that he did not take it well and rejected what I was trying to convey.
Weird.
Why hasn't Dani Human friended me back on this thing?