Dream interpreter

Last night I was feeling pretty sentimental. After spending the last couple evenings out late with friends who we haven’t seen in awhile I was really looking forward to a night alone with Chad. We had a really wonderful evening and while I said our prayer before bed I became really emotional. I feel so incredibly blessed to have Chad as my husband. I am so grateful we were able to get pregnant after years of me worrying whether it was possible. I can also feel the love I have for Chad growing and expanding to include the little girl we are so blessed to have. We have both been praying a lot that we will be prepared to teach her well and to take care of her. We want to be able to strengthen our relationship so that we can be better parents and do and become all that Heavenly Father desires.

After such a peaceful, tender way to end the day I was unprepared for the chaos my self-conscious was going to drag me through. I woke up after having a very disturbing dream. As I normally do, I woke Chad up and told him I needed his help to forget it but it kept replaying through my head and made me feel so crazy.

It began with me waiting to travel into Seattle for a field trip. A women came and told me that I wasn’t to wait for the rest of the group but that we would go along right then. I stopped at the bathroom before we left. Both my brother, Daniel, and I went into the separate bathrooms at the same time. When I got inside I realized there was no wall between the stalls. I saw there was a beam between the stalls so I grabbed a blanket and draped it over to provide some privacy, only to discover it still wasn’t high enough to shield his view. I decided to wait until later. As I left the bathroom I saw my mom. She told me that she had gotten Chad and I a car. She told me it was a Ford Focus. I thought that it was nice that she had taken care of things but that I wished we had had the chance to pick out what we wanted. At this point I am immediately in the car. I step into the driver’s seat and begin driving from the back seat. There is someone in the front passenger seat. As I am driving the GPS is giving me directions that quickly turn into hysterical and theatrical requests. First it’s a weather warning for high winds even though the wind is nonexistent. Then there are trees all over the road and I am slowly driving to avoid them. The GPS directions turn into my mom’s voice. Then the urgent and whining requests, I realize, are actually coming from the passenger seat and the passenger is me. The other me is crying and whining and out-of-control and acting like a very little child. The windows begin to fog up and from the back seat I am trying to figure out the defrost. I switch something which makes the car veer off to the side of the road. I get out of the car and open up the real driving seat door and lean in to the other me-passenger and try to calm me down. All the while the other me is screaming and crying something about “mommy” who I knew was my mom. Traffic is heavily passing beside us. I lightly smacked the other me on the face to try to snap her out of it so I could get through to her to help her. I thought it is going to look like I am beating somebody up or something. I turn around to see a man walking toward the car on the side of the road. I immediately called out for his help. I thought I was crazy since I was struggling with what appeared to be me in the passenger seat. He looked in shock and I could tell he saw the other me. I was glad I wasn’t seeing things. Then he said, “She’s eating your arm!” I turned back to the other me to see her savagely biting at the arm I had held out to comfort her. Up until this point I was annoyed at the other me behaving like a toddler when she was an adult. But at this point I was completely disturbed and woke up.

I thought the dream was so interesting. And it was funny that Elisa didn’t have any idea what the dream was about. So I asked her, “When do you have two people inside of you and you worry about turning into your mother?” It’s all just a big pregnancy nightmare. And Elisa is getting supplanted or consumed by the mini-me inside of her.

  1. Elisa felt out of control by trying to maneuver the car from the back seat. She felt blocked by the trees in the road.
  2. She is worried about not being able to understand or soothe a baby.
  3. She is worried about the baby taking her place or supplanting her relationship with me.
  4. She was worried about turning into her mother.

As soon as Chad asked me about when I have two people inside me the dream all started to be very clear. Although I think I am more afraid of becoming “a” mother than “my” mother. I stopped feeling crazy and understood what was really troubling me. What I am feeling is normal even if it is unnecessary. I am generally really excited and feel so blessed to be having a baby that I am sure the fears I have of this huge life-changing step get suppressed a bit. If those fears are going to surface in a disturbing dream at least it is nice to have my very own dream-interpreter on hand.

Posted by on April 24th, 2008

2,112 Comments »

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October 20, 2017 @ 2:08 pm

Espera lá que tenho que apanhar “qualquer coisa” que me caiu ao chão… acho que fiquei muda, gaga, sei lá…Caramba, mas também não percebo porque me espanto, se já vi um porco andar de bicicleta…Abreijos(gostaste do jantar? 🙂 )

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October 20, 2017 @ 8:41 pm

I was diagnosed a few months ago with bicornuate uterus, they said that’s the cause of my heavy, long and painful periods. Someone else wrote on here if it could be genetic – my mother also has a bicornuate uterus as well, and my younger sister has a condition with her ear which is also linked to it.

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October 21, 2017 @ 3:13 am

Use this stitch on your first row of Afghan Stitch project to help with the curling effect. Instead of the front vertical bar, place your hook behind your work, in the back vertical bar.

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October 21, 2017 @ 9:16 am

¡¡Cómo me gusta lo que se ve desde tu ventana !!! ¿Te puedes correr un poquito para allá y dejarmela a mi casi toda?Un dia no pude remediar cogerte una foto de una casa con glicinas para un post de una escritora POR SUPUESTO , CITANDOTE …..¿me dejarías hacerlo alguna vez mas para ilustrar alguna entrada donde el tema no sea ni la foto ,ni de decoración pero "pegue"mucho (siemptre te citaría)Si la quieres ver se llama :"Una escritora , jardinera y un soñador feminista" y habla de Elizabeth Von Armin.Un besazo digas lo que digas

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October 21, 2017 @ 1:37 pm

so many times over my schooling and carrer:MUSIC IS THE #1 INTERNATIONAL LANGUAGE AROUND THE WORLD.I was just thinking (perspective!) perhaps a statement should be made about the smile since it is a most powerful communication without words (kinda like a hug!).A SMILE IS THE INCREDIBLE POWER OF COMMUNICATION BEYOND WORDS AMONG ALL PEOPLES.So now, we can see how many other”sayings” people will come up with. Would be fun?

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October 21, 2017 @ 2:38 pm

Something to remember here: I use machines for some operations. I always have. And I probably always will.I write about handwork because there are already *tons* of great authors out there writing about power tool use. I don’t need to add to that part of the craft.It’s like this: You probably don’t want a political writer penning stuff on the sports pages.All of my books show my machines.

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