Last night I had the pregnant dream again.
This is the most absolutely twisted dream... and I keep having it. In my dream, I look down and all of the sudden I'm pregnant - like SUPER pregnant, and have no idea what's going on. All I know is that it needs to be gone, and it needs to be gone NOW. Even in my dream, I'm fully aware that there's no way I could actually physically BE pregnant, because I haven't had anything close to intimate contact in over 6 months [both in dream life and real life... and by saying 6 months, I'm being nice]. Then, my friend Michelle (who is pregnant in real life, and is as happy as a pig in shit to be that way) shows up and explains to me that it's too late to get rid of it, and I'm just going to have to deal ... I realize my life is completely over and that somehow I've ruined it - without actually having done anything 'wrong' to begin with - and I start to hyperventilate... and then I wake up. I grope myself; flat (relatively) stomach. Not pregnant. Thank God. And then I'm freaked out for the rest of the day.
Of course, after that I had a dream that my cat was living in technicolor. She shed her tabby brown color and became black, then charcoal... then blue and red... then gray and pink. Gray and pink was a good look for her.
If I knew more about dream analysis, would I feel better or worse about my reoccuring nightmare?
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