I've always heard that in the second half of pregnancy your dreams get really weird. But, I've been having weird dreams from the get go. Here are two of the latest (and weirdest).
I dreamt that I was with Jill, Bill, Terri Fringer, Jeff, and Stephen (sorry if you don't know these people- but know they are a random group to appear in a dream). We were told that we had to do something or we'd die. That something was to take a knife and, starting at each end of our mouths, slit our cheeks in a straight line all the way to the ear.
This would allow us to pull the top part of our heads back and have access to our brains. We needed access to our brains because we were to pinch a part of it off.
Once we had a big chunk of brain, we could reattach our heads. Then we were instructed that we had to put the bit of brain into someone else's mouth to get it good and moistened, then we were to eat it ourselves. I remember this part was very agitating to me.
It turns out that not just anybody could suck on your brain before you ate it. It had to be...Brad Pitt. So, I go to him, and drop my little piece of brain into his mouth and watch him suck on it for a while. Then I take it back and eat it.
I woke up with the feeling that I'd been eating taco meat and had little pieces of it still in my mouth.
The next dream is very obviously my mother's fault. The night before last night, at her birthday dinner, we had a very disturbing conversation about breast feeding.
So, last night I dreamed that I gave birth to a six-year-old, and had to breast feed her. Everyone acted like it was completely normal to have this huge kid just latching on and I was mortified. What makes this even worse is the six-year-old was an actual person I know. And, no I will not EVER say who- it's too disgusting.
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