Killer Dream

I think the vampire books are getting to me (I'm on book 3). Last night, I had a nightmare where I was being pursued by a serial killer who may also have been dating my little sister. At one point, on a deserted rooftop in the middle of the night, the serial killer leaned over me, his heavy body pinning me to the ground, and said, as he stroked my lips with the flat of his thumb, "You forgive me. You're mouth will forgive me."

I was so happy to wake up alive, sans serial killer, - bob and all - I just lay in my bed for a few minutes at dawn, breathing deeply, filled with relief and gratitude. With no killer in sight, I can totally work this bob (thanks Starshine!).

Making Out With Ari

I was standing at a cocktail party talking with Ari Gold in hushed tones. We were together. His arm was around me, the palm of his hand pressed against my hip, pulling me in close to him. He was dressed in his standard black suit and crisp white shirt, and I was in a little cocktail dress. We were flirting and he was talking really fast in that dismissive, maddening, but funny way he has on Entourage, in between nuzzling my neck and trying to kiss me. At one point we kissed. He was running his hands across my back, gripping and groping me, and then I pulled away slightly.

That's when I revealed myself to be a complete airhead. I said, slightly indignantly but sincerely, "Ari, doesn't this mean that you're cheating on your wife, to kiss me like that?" He said, "No baby, it couldn't possibly be cheating because you have no meat on your bones, so how could my wife ever consider this cheating?" I took that to mean that he was saying that since I was a vegetarian - and thus had flesh made of something other than animal meat - that his wife would never be bothered by Ari kissing me. But, a part of me wondered if he was telling the truth. He was talking so fast.

That's what I dreamed last night.

Is My Id Preggers?

I usually don't have pregnancy dreams, but in the last week I've had two! In the first dream, I was pregnant and struggling with overwhelming guilt because I had been drinking beers during my pregnancy. WTF?? I knew that I was pregnant because my stomach was growing larger each day and when I rested my hand on my belly I could feel the dream baby kicking against my palm. In the dream, I was having heated, horror-struck conversations with my friends where I was telling them how I had been drinking one or two beers per night for a few weeks, and I was terrified that I had somehow harmed my baby's development. The bizarre thing was that it was like I had just suddenly realized that that might be a possibility. My friends were trying to reassure me, but failing miserably.

I understood part of that dream. I had it my first night in my new apartment, after spending my last week at my ex's place packing up my belongings, watching SATC and HBO marathons. During that somewhat trying week, I pretty much survived on pizza and the best beers ever, and had at least one, if not 2, beers each night. Interestingly, I had no dreams during that last week; at least none that I recall. Drinking beer by myself, at home, during the middle of the week, was unprecedented for me, and apparently it generated some guilt in my mind - even though at the time I thoroughly enjoyed it. I remember thinking randomly at one point towards the end of the week that I was happy the move was finally going to happen because then I could go back to more healthier habits. So, I understand the beer. But, the pregnancy? I have no idea where it came from.

Last night, I had another pregnancy dream. In the second dream, I was pregnant but no one knew. I had started to show (even though no one knew), and I was coyly trying to hide my somewhat obvious bump (that everyone should have been able to see, but somehow didn't). In the dream, the baby was my ex's, which was somewhat ironic. At some point in the dream, my swollen belly hardened, and started to hurt. I was becoming worried and didn't know what was going on. At some point, I sat down on a bed covered in white sheets. When I got up to leave, I looked back and discovered that I had left three bloodstains behind. It turned out that the cramping and pain had been because I was getting my period, and not because I was pregnant. My subconscious provided no explanation for the bump or the hardening of my stomach.

What the heck does that mean? (Here's one possible interpretation).

As if that was not enough to ponder, I just got an email from my ex on my work email, out of the blue, telling me that he thought I would want to know that two of our friends are pregnant. He has a knack for doing things unthinkingly that I find completely inexplicable. The last time I spoke with him was last Saturday, when I politely called to let him know that I had removed all of my belongings from his apartment, and that he could move back in. Getting back to whether I would want to know from him that two of our sort-of-mutual friends are expecting... No, not really. Thanks anyway, but I actually do not need him emailing me that others are engaged in happily wedded, expectant bliss. After years of trying to make it work with him, I actually don't need or want him for anything anymore, thank you very much.

I can hear great news like that from others fine, and be thrilled for them, like my own sister, Bean (who I'm so happy is engaged in happily wedded, expectant bliss). But, from him? I don't think so. Sometime ago, Jennifer Aniston, talking about Brad Pitt, remarked that he was missing a "sensitivity chip." Apparently, many men are missing the same chip. Watch out, Angelina!

Despite the possible cravings of my id, thank God my ego kept me from going down that road with someone who so clearly was not right for me. The man I choose to have a baby with will have to come with a built-in sensitivity chip for sure!

Update: I was just talking to Bean about the picture I posted with this post (not Bean's tummy) and telling her how I thought it was fake, but wild. She started telling me that apparently this can happen, that mothers can see the limbs of their children pushing out against their stomach! Is this true? She also said that our Mom said (this is now third hand) that when she was pregnant she could see our feet pushing out against her stomach, similar to the posted picture. As Bean was telling me that, I started to feel faint and like I was going to vomit. I don't know if I could handle that. It's too alien-esque for me.