I had a dream last night. I don’t remember much of it, but the parts I do remember were pretty terrifying. I had a dream I was pregnant. Now I have to start by telling you that I’m not a huge fan of kids. I have two little boys that I love with all my heart and soul. I would not change that for the world. I have friends that have kids, and I love them all. The children that are a regular part of my life, are great. But I don’t like kids. They’re loud, obnoxious, needy, and demanding. They cry, they drool, they make messes that you have to clean up… I just don’t have the patience for it. Are there support groups for people like me??? Hello, my name is Rose, and I’m a baby hater…
So, with that being said, you can understand why this particular dream would be so terrifying for me. I woke up in a daze scared, alone, and confused. Now, the weird part about this dream was that I was only pregnant for about 15 minutes, and then I gave birth, and the bouncing baby girl just disappeared. I didn’t even have time to think of a name for her. She was gone that quick. I remember feeling relieved. I wasn’t concerned about where she went or what happened to her. I was just relieved she was gone. My relief was short-lived though, because before I knew it I was being chased through the hospital. By what, I’m not really sure. Some menacing unseen force was after me. This happens frequently in my dreams. That impending sense of doom. Always running from something unknown. I never know what I’m running for, I just know that if I don’t run, whatever it is will take my life. I don’t think that’s normal… I bet a shrink would have a field day with me.
When I woke up today I decided to “analyze” my dream. According to the professionals, being pregnant in a dream is basically your creative side crying for attention. I’m not sure how they came to that conclusion, but ok, we’ll go with it. Who am I to question them? I will admit, I have been seriously neglecting my creativity lately. Life gets in the way of so many things and stress really prohibits my inspiration. Between recent family health issues, moving, and unexpected house guests, life has been a little down side up lately and I’m not really sure when it is going to return to any sense of normalcy. But if my creative side is demanding attention, then I guess I should try my best to show it the attention it deserves. If you don’t feed the monster every once in a while it will wither away and die, and I certainly don’t want that to happen. So I’m challenging myself to write a story. But I’m not going to do it alone. It’s going to be a joint venture with a very dear friend. I think it will be challenging, but very fun. My friend is a very talented and creative writer. I’m hoping that with his help, I can pull out of my “creative slump”. For as long as I have known him, he has always encouraged me and tried to push me to continue doing what I always loved. He’s always been my biggest fan and I want to show him that I still have it in me to do amazing things, so no more excuses.
And to my dear friend, I want to thank you for all that you do to encourage and try to inspire me. I want to thank you for your years of friendship. For just being you.