Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sleeping to Dream
[Mom, you can click on the comic to make it bigger if you need to! :) ]
One of the bonuses I didn't realize I'd receive when pregnant is the ability to dream...vividly. And by vividly, I mean real. Truly. Real. I wake up and think that I am still sleeping.
I've always been able to fall asleep whenever, or wherever. I can sleep through the TV, the dogs barking and running wild, the coyotes outside the window...but now, my dreams are so real that I really feel for Jonathan. He's the one who suffers through most of these.
I'll wake up and have a full-on conversation about what just happened in my dream - at 2 in the morning - as if he was there with me. Well, since he was in the dream with me, I am making the (incorrect) assumption that he wants to continue the dream post-waking up. His response?
"Shel, I really want to hear about that one more time. Can you describe it in your silent voice?"
The icing on the cake came last week, when most of my dreams were revolving around the stock market and work and life in general.
I had a dream where I was with Jonathan, Mom and Dad. We were being chased. I was being shot at. We were at an Applebees, sitting by the window. Clearly, that was relevant in my dream.
I woke up for one of my many trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
But this time, I was awake, but still in the dream. I refused to get out of bed on my side of the bed...because the people tracking us were now outside the window of our home. If I got out of bed on my side, I would endanger the baby and myself.
Jonathan would need to wake up, and crawl to the bottom of the bed so I could cross over the top all incognito. The most direct route to the bathroom. Obviously, that made the most sense in my dreaming-delusional world.
And he has mastered the art of negotiating with a pregnant chick. Without many questions, because my response "If I get out of bed on this side, I'll be shot!" wasn't making much sense, he instinctively crawled to the bottom of the bed.
And when I came back to the room, we repeated the process. I snuck into my sleeping position, without being detected. We were safe.
And immediately fell back asleep, right back into the dream.
Which I am sure I shared with him the next time I woke up.