Okay, so I am just one of those people that is always having weird dreams. But last night, was weirder than most and I remember it better than any of them which makes me wonder, what does it mean? I don't really think that all dreams mean something, but honestly what is going on in my subconscious?!
First thing I remember is that I am sitting on a couch, this huge ugly red one. And a kid, I think it was Josh, was pulling on my wedding ring. Suddenly the diamonds just fly off and fall into the couch. I start freaking out and dig around the cushions looking for them. I start pulling out all these random jewels of all shapes and sizes, but none of them are mine. My dream mind says "wow, a lot of people have lost their wedding ring jewels the same place as me."
So I put a few in my pocket to see if they will work on the cheap wire band on my finger (totally not like the one in real life).
Then my mom is there and she says "what are you doing?" I tell her what happened and she says "that's what you get for getting a cheap ring." (which she totally would never say or think and my ring is sweet, not cheap at all) So then I get really mad at my mom and tell her to stop making me feel awful and then I slap her! Weird huh? Then in my dream land I feel awful about it, erase that part of the dream and just ignore her. Like I said, weird.
So then my mom leaves saying "fine, take care of your own kids." I saw "fine." And then I go to another room where Prof. Jones and his wife are sitting there. I tell them my ring predicament and he says "Oh, I have had this kit since I was like 7, let me fix it." So I am really happy as he whips out this huge kit (that looks like something that belongs in the dentist's office). His wife is grinning and tells me it has been his dream to fix jewelry. As she says this, I take super glue and stick this huge hollow cupcake shape jewel onto the band, with another small one. But I think to myself, I am missing one diamond. Then Prof. Jones looks over and sees that I took care of it myself and he is totally bummed because he didn't get to fix it.
Then I hear a baby crying and I go into the other room and Caleb is laying on the table screaming because I have left him there by himself for so long. So what do I do? Leave him and walk down this weird hallway and into another room where I see a few couples watching TV, one of which is my friend Shannon and her husband. I ask them for help watching my kids. So they come running out saying they are late for a game. And I think "jeepers! I am suppose to be in that game!"
So I go running, grab my kids and run to this football game. I set my screaming kids on the sideline and run to the front of this parade where I am suppose to be a the queen bumblebee or something. I am wearing my wedding dress with a little yellow shrug, running down the field. Then I think, "why am I doing this and no one is watching my kids? I can hear them crying."
Then I wake up and Josh and Caleb were both crying, it was 5 am. They didn't go back to sleep. Crazy dream huh? Didn't even make sense in any way. Thus it only adds to my hypochondria-ness that I am pregnant. I always think I am. It is pretty funny. Ha ha, I'll let you know.