4.21.2016

Pregnancy Dream #1: The Man at the Door

Pregnancy can be weird.  It does weird things to your body, your emotions, your thoughts and your dreams.  And by 'weird things', I mean crazy, off-the-wall dreams.  Or at least they are for me!  The majority of my pregnancy dreams are, quite honestly, scary!  I wake up from a nightmare and I have to convince myself I'm in bed and not in whatever horrible location my sleeping mind created.

When I was pregnant with Bonnie I had a ton of these dreams, and they've started up again with this little one.  I don't remember nearly any of the Bonnie dreams, though, so this go around I thought it would be fun to write them down and remember the craziness that happened in my mind at night :)  I've shared a lot of memories through this blog, so I thought it only right to share these pregnancy dreams as well!  Please know that I am going to recount them as accurately as I can; I know that they might not make sense, logic might be missing or they just might be plain old weird - it's all my subconscious!

Here's my dream, as close as I can recall, that happened on Tuesday night:

I knew I was in trouble.  Without even seeing the man running towards my house, I knew he was coming, and I knew he was seething with anger towards me.  Why?  That part I didn’t know; the source of his anger was unclear.  All I knew was that he was coming, fast, and he intended to do me harm.

Instead of running, calling for help or attempting to arm myself I froze at the front door while looking through the peephole.  Somewhere in those woods he was jumping over broken branches and rocks to get to my house.  To harm me.  Finally I saw him break through the tree line; he never slowed or wavered in his path – before barely any time had passed at all he was at the front door.  Yelling.  Yelling to me, yelling at me, it was all the same.

I grabbed a stool once I saw him reach for the gun.  I thought it would be safest to get higher; surely this would make me impossible to shoot.  I stayed behind the door, but I stood two feet taller than I would have because of the stool.  His first round of bullets ripped through the door and it was clear that my idea was a bad one.  With the noise of his seemingly never-ending bullets echoing in my ears, I thought it was safe to jump down off the stool and run.  I ran to the other end of the house and only turned back once to see the bullets continuing to rip through the bottom foot of my front door.  The man was angry, and he was intent on shooting enough holes in the bottom of the door to create a space large enough to climb through to get to me.

While he shot holes in my door, I threw a baseball through a window at the other end of the house, jumped through the window and ran.  Down the lawn, into the edge of forest and beyond.  I fell, I tripped, I ran.  I knew I had to get away – there was no other option available that would allow me to keep my life.  The anger in the man’s eyes had promised me that.

I ran for what seemed like an eternity, but eventually I came across another person – this time someone who wasn’t looking to kill me.  I asked for their help, and she had me come to meet her mother, who might be able to help.  I didn’t know these people, but they agreed to assist me in my escape.  In the backseat of their car I stayed silent and still as they drove away from my house, away from theirs and away from the man with anger in his eyes and murder on his mind.

We made it to a police checkpoint but never made it any further.  As I peeked out from the tarp they had wrapped me in my breath was taken away.  On top of a hill in the middle of the forest I saw where my house had once been.  Instead of a roof, though, I saw the black sky on fire.  The man had lit my house, and the area surrounding it ablaze.  His anger wasn’t gone, but I had escaped from it. 

For now.

Would he continue on his quest to find me?  Was I safe?  Should I keep running?

Before I knew the answer, I woke up.

Another weird and frightening pregnancy dream.

Awesome.

Have you had crazy pregnancy dreams?  Or maybe just crazy dreams in general?  Are you a dream reader who wants to share what mine might mean??

I'd love to hear your stories and thoughts!

Until then,




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