I've been having a lot of dreams lately. Here are some highlights:
(#1) I had this dream where I was friends with this blogger who has a kid (it's none of you, it's someone I lurk who doesn't even know me because I've never commented there.) and she and her husband died. I was taking care of her child and answering questions for the police and everything.
I didn't kill the blogger.
But I feel really guilty for having the dream in the first place (as if I had a choice.)
I'm kind of glad we aren't really blog-friends because I know I'd feel even worse.
(#2) Addison Montgomery (Grey's Anatomy) is my doctor. I don't remember the rest.
(#3) I think this one is fairly telling. Of course, I'm not sure what exactly it is telling me.
I had a bunch of follicles. 30 or so, at least. I had a vision of them on the u/s machine and then I saw them explode simultaneously.
And I woke up screaming.
Lucky for me, P comforted me in his sleep instead of punching me in the face or gouging my eyes out (which, unfortunately, has been his response before to my bad dreams when he happened to be dreaming himself.)