I really hope… no.
I genuinely pray…. hmm.
I am begging God to confirm to me that dreams are not really indicative of your subconscious. I truly feel like I need for someone with a Ph.D behind their name to tell me that what I dream about at night, has nothing to do with my sanity. I need to know that when I dream crazy, and I do frequently, it’s just indigestion talking.
Let me give you just one example in which I dreamt something that is not only completely impossible, but literally disturbing. Oh! And, please keep in mind that at the time of this dream I was but 13 years old.
I was pregnant. Problem numero uno.
I went into labor. Pause. Anyone who knows me knows two things– I’m scared out of my mind to have children and I have a savings account set aside for a surrogate mother. Or 4 epidurals.
As I am being raced through the hospitals halls in a wheel chair practicing my breathing, I am spun into the delivery room and heaved onto the bed. You know the bed I’m talking about? The one with the stirrups at the end? That one.
As the doctor wrapped my little bundle of joy in cloth, he handed him to me. I look down and saw…
A Rottweiler puppy.
What is someone supposed to do with something like that? Seriously.