Dreams

I don’t remember my dreams…like ever.

The few times I actually remember my dreams it’s because someone/something wakes me up suddenly. I could probably count on my hands the number of times I can vividly recall a dream. Seriously.

Now that I’m pregnant the crazy preggo dreams are kicking in full force. First of all, apparently I’m talking in my sleep. Like full on conversations and I don’t remember any of it. It’s been quite entertaining for Ricky.

Over the last two weeks, I have had this strain of dreams that involve people invading my space. It makes sense because our house was ransacked. These aren’t I’m coming in your house to rob you and take your stuff and put your life in danger. No these are, I’m literally invading your bubble just to annoy the shit out of you dreams. This weeks was about a neighbor who decided to hire contractors and built a fence literally two feet outside of our back door, but before the fence was complete, his huge asshole dogs got out and into my house and woke up the baby.

The other was 3 days in a row of the same dream, someone trying to push their way into my front door, but they were always different people. One included a small toddler that I literally kicked (like drop kicked) off of my front porch.

It’s been interesting to say the least.

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