I woke up at 5:15am shaking (and surprisingly not screaming) at the conclusion of a vivid mini-series occurring in the depths of my brain. I won't go into the details, but it was a freakishly realistic dream involving the kid - even so, it stayed related to my periodic spy film/sci-fi dreams. I tend to forget 99% of my dreams, so why does this one have to stick with me? Blech.
Now that I'm writing this, I wonder if it's related to taking a sleeping pill last night. Either that, or Mom took hallucinogens while she was pregnant with me.
To make myself feel better, I googled "nightmares":
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'Symtoms' of being an expectant father. Interesting ;-P Sadly, these nightmares will likely continue (and intensify!) once baby bean arrives.
PS. I never want to see that cat again.
Thanks for the reassuring words, Amanda! Much like the teens in A Nightmare on Elm Street, I think the next time this happens I'll become too scared to sleep.
Sorry! Didn't mean to be a negative nelly! Quick question...is said nightmares, was 'the kid' a boy or a girl??
;-P
I didn't want to know what the nightmare was and then I did and then I didn't.
I had a dream I was going into labour and heart burn was making it go smoothly.
Funny thing about the baby's gender - in the dream, it was a ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzdsafhdfhdskfhsiufhhvd!@$@$#@#@^%#CARRIER LOST
Sir, where are all of your charming anecdotes about becoming a father?!
Sorry, I've been reconsidering my online brand and how I want that to look.
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