I’m back – well, kinda – with a new…thing…that I wanna do from now on, called ‘weird dreams’. Because I have tons and tons of them and sometimes…sometimes I just need to write about them to be able to process them entirely. I usually write about them on my private blog (the one that’s only for me and no one else, so I’m not gonna give you the address) or write them down in a few short sentences in a note book. But I decided to start writing about them here because 1. I feel like I don’t write on here enough and 2. (which is the bigger pro for it) most of them are quite entertaining or so freaky/weird that they’re almost funny. So, yeah. Here goes.
Last night’s dream was so real, I was practically convinced that it was real life and not a dream. But let me start at the beginning- and with a random fact about me, that most of you probably didn’t know: I’ve been thinking about studying medicine for years now, especially gynecology and obstetrics, because I find it quite fascinating. I’m probably not gonna study, at least not medicine, but I am thinking about becoming a midwife and have been thinking about it for a long time now. But this post is not supposed to be about my career choices or something. Though it has something to do with it.
Because what I dreamed last night, had the underlying theme of me being a midwife/doula/birthing helper. Which is not that weird. The weird part is this: I was best friends with people I know in real life. No, let me make it a bit clearer: who I HATE/despise/cannot stand in real life. Well…I guess it’s not that weird…the crazy part is, that everything in that dream really existed. The streets, the houses, the hospital…even rooms of specific houses I’ve already been in. Everything was…real. People, conversations I have had with specific people…even flea markets I’ve been to.
— Which really makes me wonder…does my brain ever forget anything? I mean…I know that I have the ability to remember things from years and years ago…but seeing all these actual people/houses in a dream – which, btw, usually are completely confusing and surreal- kinda freaked me out a bit. But it gets weirder, because there is the ‘dream’ part, of course.
The part of the dream that’s well…a dream. Completely unreal and made up. One part of last night’s dream consisted of the majority of girls I was friends with getting pregnant. Yeah. (“Becky, you slut, I’m pregnant!” “Oh god, everybody’s pregnant!” If you know what video this is from, kudos to you!) And I was always there for the labor…they all called me to be there and help them through the pain and massage their backs and help them breathe and check on the baby…it was really weird. Also: there were no guys in sight. I mean…there was my boyfriend – which was extremely weird, because the person I saw in my dream as my boyfriend is my very best friend in real life. (Um..ugh. That made me a bit sick, right there.) Yeah. I even went to the hospital with my ‘girlfriends’, was right there in the delivery room and held their hands when they delivered. It was so real I cannot even begin to describe how it felt.
Oh yeah…and it was not like all the other dreams that just stopped somewhere and picked up somewhere else or something. This dream actually followed…a story? I mean…it started with the beginning of the pregnancy, the finding out, then we went through routine check ups and labor and delivery and holding the baby for the first time and getting stitched up, cleaned up etc… I even celebrated the birth with coffee and cake a few weeks later… And I was there when another ‘girlfriend’ thought she was pregnant and we bought a pregnancy test and it came out negative and I even remember saying: “well, you didn’t take it first thing in the morning, it might’ve come out negative because of that. You might want to do another one”…which is a fact in real life. I mean…who thinks of something like that in a freaking dream?
Also…everything in hospital was real as well…it wasn’t some freaky delivery room that my mind conjured, it was an actual delivery room with everything and more. And we were all the ‘right’ (meaning ‘real’) age etc. Time wasn’t warped like it usually is in my dreams.
Gah. So freaking weird! I don’t even know what to say anymore. I mean…this probably doesn’t even sound that weird to you guys, but it definitely was REALLY FREAKING WEIRD for me. I just needed to process it thoroughly.
Sorry, if I bored you to death or killed you by writing so much about practically nothing. Ha!
Thanks for reading, anyway. Really appreciate it. And stay tuned for more weird dreams! 🙂
PS: I said the word ‘weird’ quite a lot then. Sorry.
PPS: I usually don’t try to read anything into my dreams because they’re so confused and there are tons and tons of ‘signs’ and ‘keys’ but this dream was different and I’m really tempted to read something into it. What do you think?