I had some bizarro dreams last night. First I dreamt that the way my doctor delivered my baby was by cutting all around my belly (a “c-section”), and opening up the flap, then pushing the baby out the normal way.  Apparently there was a zipper in my belly, because I’m pretty sure she used that to open it.  Tim wasn’t there, and afterwards I was recounting it to him and said, “I was disappointed because she acted like they were all anti-c-sections and then when I got in there they just cut me open!  And I had to go through both kinds of birth”.  It was bizarre.  and gross.

My other dream involved going to see a movie with Tom Cruise in it.  I was enjoying the movie, but Tim tricked me into leaving early because he was not enjoying it.  We drove for a long time and finally I was like, “where are we going?”  And he was like, “we’d better head back because I need to make dinner”.  We were driving through the middle of nowhere and along the way there were two dogs that had been fighting and some fur was missing from one of the dogs and they had a gaping wound.  Disturbing. 

So those are my weird dreams for last night.  Last week I dreamt I was driving in a car with Laura Bush, but that I couldn’t drive it properly.  I have lots of dreams where I can’t control a car, which apparently is a stereotypical pregnancy dream because it’s a metaphor for not being able to control this huge belly.