Pregnancy Dreams
My favorite part of pregnancy so far is that every night I spend approximately eight hours being entertained/alarmed by a circus of crazy freak-dreams. I’ve always had vivid dreams, but the dreams I’ve been having now that I’m a hormone-riddled “vessel” have been on another level entirely. It’s not just that the dreams are weird—it’s that they are incredibly physical and visceral. And they are populated by characters I wouldn’t expect to see in my dreams—people from high school I haven’t talked to in years; deceased relatives; imaginary animals.
A few of the dreams have been disturbing, baby-based dreams (dropping, accidentally drowning, holding a baby and being unsure whether or not it’s mine), which I try not to be too alarmed by—many books I’ve read have said that disturbing baby dreams are normal.
What I don’t consider by-the-book “normal” are dreams like this one:
I’m walking outside, in a zoo-like area, near a huge body of water, like a lake. The water is teeming with what people are calling seals—so many seals that you can barely see the water. When a seal raises its head, however, I see that it’s not a seal as I know it in real life. Instead, it resembles a Weimaraner with an extraordinarily long snout.
Or this one:
I’m at the home of some family friends, who, in the dream, live in an area that is a strange cross between woods and jungle, near a large body of water. Suddenly, out of the water rises a giraffe, with one of the friends riding on its back. No one reacts. Then I see a leopard swimming through the water. Nearby is a table covered in miniature objects, something that would realistically exist in this family’s home. But when I peer at the objects, I see that I’m one of them.
I realize that reading about other people’s dreams is highly uninteresting, but these dreams have been so crazy that I feel compelled to recount some of them here now and then. Each night is an adventure.
A few of the dreams have been disturbing, baby-based dreams (dropping, accidentally drowning, holding a baby and being unsure whether or not it’s mine), which I try not to be too alarmed by—many books I’ve read have said that disturbing baby dreams are normal.
What I don’t consider by-the-book “normal” are dreams like this one:
I’m walking outside, in a zoo-like area, near a huge body of water, like a lake. The water is teeming with what people are calling seals—so many seals that you can barely see the water. When a seal raises its head, however, I see that it’s not a seal as I know it in real life. Instead, it resembles a Weimaraner with an extraordinarily long snout.
Or this one:
I’m at the home of some family friends, who, in the dream, live in an area that is a strange cross between woods and jungle, near a large body of water. Suddenly, out of the water rises a giraffe, with one of the friends riding on its back. No one reacts. Then I see a leopard swimming through the water. Nearby is a table covered in miniature objects, something that would realistically exist in this family’s home. But when I peer at the objects, I see that I’m one of them.
I realize that reading about other people’s dreams is highly uninteresting, but these dreams have been so crazy that I feel compelled to recount some of them here now and then. Each night is an adventure.
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