Weird Dreams
I woke up this morning with a turning tummy and a turning head. The turning tummy was from the oil from dinner mixing with the maltitol from that piece of sugar free chocolate I had last night. Hopefully, I can have some productive, personal time with the porcelain this morning (I know; too much information). The turning head was from the bizarre dream I had last night. Being on the HCG sometimes mimics what I would experience if pregnant and that's one of the side effects; weird dreams. I'm sure the oil and the artificial sweetener helped things along as well.The dream was about my family, well, my families. I was talking to my dad (and least, I think it was my dad) and he was showing me my family here as well as my family in an alternate universe (ever see The One?) I haven't seen it recently, so I don't think the thoughts came from there. Regardless, my dad was showing me my other family and telling me about how much I loved and cared for both. My alternate family had me with a computer programmer husband; blond, tall and very reserved. My children, biracial, looked a lot like him but I saw bits of me. It's unusal for me to see facial features in a dream. Most times, I'm aware of who people are and know they are who they are, without really seeing the details. I think it's that I feel their spirits, rather than identify their faces. This time, I saw my alternate children in great detail.
The last time this happened, I dreamed I was at a sorority event. We were all wearing white dresses or white suits which, to me, suggested a formal function. There was a buffet table and I was making my way around grabbing things for my plate. I remember feeling really good, like I was happy with my outfit, my size and how I looked overall. I felt I was impressive and had taken my sorors by surprise. As I continued to make my way around the table, the little titter of a toddler caught my attention. The next thing I knew, I was grabbing after this child. I fussed at him a bit when he tried to get away from me, but then he was okay and began to eat some of the items on the plate I had. I saw his face very, very clearly. I also remember his very large, blond fro and freckles; my biracial grandson.
Not sure why he was with me, if he was visiting or if something had happened to his family, I was very invested in his welfare, even for just this formal event. Perhaps it was just me being a good grandmother. Who knows! Weirdness all around.
Finally, with last night's dream, my dad told me that my husband (the alternate one) dies at 40 and I was so saddened by this. I thought about those two girls growing up without their dad and me being a single mother trying to raise them. I was aching and praying for the alternate me, hoping she would be strong enough to handle it all.
There were other aspects of the dream, like being familiar with my alternate husband's crazy family and trying to work through that drama after his death. Nuts, right?
I thought I'd get this all down before I forgot it. Interestingly, I don't think I'll forget the girls faces...just like I haven't forgotten my grandson's.
