And I'm like, "Whatever, subconscious."
I'm starting to notice a weird trend in some of my recurring dreams. First of all, I'm actually pregnant in almost all of them now, which I suppose is not that weird. My subconscious has finally caught up to the rest of me and started including His Fourthness in most of the random scenarios it throws at me during the night.
What's weird is that a lot of the recurring dreams that used to really upset me are no longer that upsetting because at some point in all of them I just get fed up, sit down, and decide that whatever is stressing me out is just going to have to be someone else's problem for a while because I'm pregnant, and I'm tired, and where the hell do they hide the ice cream around here?
Last night, for instance, I had an airport dream. Those of you who have been keeping up with me for a while know that I have a bizarre fear of traveling by air that has nothing to do with flying and everything to do with airports. They are vast, confusing, and filled with people who will not let me through if I don't give them the correct piece of paper, and I find them all very intimidating and overwhelming. So I have nightmares about being alone in huge airports, trying to get through security and find the right gate and get on the right plane and there are always at least twice as many important pieces of paper as there ever are at real airports. Usually I'm trying to find someone that's supposed to be traveling with me, as well, and I'm either frantic because I was supposed to be looking after them or furious because they were supposed to be looking after me and are obviously failing to do so.
Anyway, last night I got a good way into the dream, to one of the important bits of paper parts, and after being told that none of the important bits of paper I was carrying were the right important bit of paper, I just told the airport person that I was too pregnant to deal with this nonsense and sat down. I decided that this was all somebody else's fault for making me do this alone and as soon as I figured out who that person was, I would give them a piece of my mind. Until then, my plan was to sit and wait until someone came and found me and fixed everything, at which point I planned to demand food.
Then the dream changed into something vaguely post-apocalyptic that mostly involved herding a group of small children around and hiding them from bad guys. Possibly it says something about me that I found this infinitely more satisfactory than the lost-in-airport scenario and never once tried to invoke my pregnancy as a reason why the apocalypse would have to wait.
What's weird is that a lot of the recurring dreams that used to really upset me are no longer that upsetting because at some point in all of them I just get fed up, sit down, and decide that whatever is stressing me out is just going to have to be someone else's problem for a while because I'm pregnant, and I'm tired, and where the hell do they hide the ice cream around here?
Last night, for instance, I had an airport dream. Those of you who have been keeping up with me for a while know that I have a bizarre fear of traveling by air that has nothing to do with flying and everything to do with airports. They are vast, confusing, and filled with people who will not let me through if I don't give them the correct piece of paper, and I find them all very intimidating and overwhelming. So I have nightmares about being alone in huge airports, trying to get through security and find the right gate and get on the right plane and there are always at least twice as many important pieces of paper as there ever are at real airports. Usually I'm trying to find someone that's supposed to be traveling with me, as well, and I'm either frantic because I was supposed to be looking after them or furious because they were supposed to be looking after me and are obviously failing to do so.
Anyway, last night I got a good way into the dream, to one of the important bits of paper parts, and after being told that none of the important bits of paper I was carrying were the right important bit of paper, I just told the airport person that I was too pregnant to deal with this nonsense and sat down. I decided that this was all somebody else's fault for making me do this alone and as soon as I figured out who that person was, I would give them a piece of my mind. Until then, my plan was to sit and wait until someone came and found me and fixed everything, at which point I planned to demand food.
Then the dream changed into something vaguely post-apocalyptic that mostly involved herding a group of small children around and hiding them from bad guys. Possibly it says something about me that I found this infinitely more satisfactory than the lost-in-airport scenario and never once tried to invoke my pregnancy as a reason why the apocalypse would have to wait.