The Dreams. Oh, the Dreams.

Crazy dreams are a pregnancy side effect I wasn’t aware of. Once I hit my second trimester, they started up. Every night it’s a new, intense story line.

In one, I left my life savings in cash in a diner by accident. In the journey to get it back, my brother found his friend being raped by Jeff Bridges’ son, so he crafted a bomb out of walnuts and string. His friend was Walter White’s daughter. It ended with Jeff Bridges and Walter White arguing about who was living a more adult life. Eric and I had to sneak out of the house because his walnut bomb caught a bedroom on fire.

A few nights ago, I dreamed that Daniel left me for a man. He was pretty nonchalant about it. Basically, he told me that he never enjoyed having doing it with me, but he just really wanted to make a marriage to a woman work. He thought maybe we could stay together as friends, but see other people. At one point, I asked him if he had slept with any men during our marriage. He said, “Of course. You should probably get tested.” I ended up with an apartment in Chicago, and he tried to sue me for part of the money I made selling the house. It was so realistic that I woke up in tears. 

In another dream, I had to break the news to Daniel’s ex-wife that we are expecting a baby. She was really nice about it, and then confessed to me that she has an eating disorder and asked what I thought she should do. I told her to get rid of all her clothes and start wearing sweatpants. I gently hinted that she should stop using cocaine. She told me she wished she could have a baby. I’m pretty sure none of this is rooted in truth.

Then there was the one where I was with all my good friends, about 12 of us, and we were trying to escape from some apocalyptic creatures. Maybe zombies, but we never saw them. We hid in my house for a while, and we were trying to get to a safer place. It was action-packed and intense. I woke up with a neck cramp from being so tense. 

Last night, I dreamed that I gunned down a really nice guy I went to college with. He was an assassin, and he was picking people off at a field party in Ohio. I laid next to a barn for a long time, waiting for him to feel secure, and then I shot him in the chest. It didn't kill him, though. He came after me, so I shot him in the leg.

There’s one, though, that might not be so crazy. It’s fall and our yard is really yellow. Lots of yellow leaves and flowers. I have a baby out there in a play pen, and I’m reading a book. Nothing significant happens, but I feel really happy. I know that after I put the baby to bed, a lot of people I love are coming to the house to hang out. And that’s it. I’m not sure if this is a hormonal dream. I’m hoping that it’s a premonition.