Monday, February 01, 2010
What's up with the dreams?
I still dream about having kids. Or, more accurately, I dream that I have kids. Last night I dreamt that my sister and I were on a road trip with my son. I have to feel bad for my little dreamland toddler - he was named Boomer - just like my dog. And Boomer was not his nickname, it was his name. Slap me for being a bad mother in dreamland here. I don't just dream that I'm a mother. I've often dreamt that my father was alive and well. He's been dead for 28 years. What's up with this stuff? Is it because I want these things to be true, that my subconscious gives it to me in dreams? I do hope that the next time I have a child in my dreams that I have done a better job naming the little guy!