The Dreams
As is common during pregnancy, my dreams are much more vivid and remembered. Let me recount the three I’ve had so far:
1. I came home from work to find that Beau had redecorated our house from stem to stern. Unfortunately, he had replaced all of our nice furniture pieces with what I call “college eclectic” stuff. For instance, the TV was no longer housed in the armoire we use today. Instead it was displayed on a brick-n-board shelving unit he had set up. Needless to say, I was not happy and what followed in my dream was some R-rated, profanity laden yelling. I woke up in shock at what spewed from my mouth.
2. I have a training class the first week of August and the second dream is related to that. The class is in the Arlington area and because I drove I needed to park on the street. So I parked in a spot on the street up from the building where my training was to take place. When I came back it was dark and I got a little turned around. When I realized I had turned up the wrong street, I backtracked and decided to pass through a bar on my way to the corner where I needed to turn. I entered the bar to find my friend Joan and some of her other friends hanging out in the bar (which is weird enough if you know her). We chatted for a bit and then I headed out to go look for my car. I got to the spot where I knew I had parked only to find that there were no cars at all parked on the street.
The rest is a bit of a blur, but I think I called Beau to figure out which Metro bus I needed to take to get home. I never figured out if my car had been stolen or towed. And I was about 6 months pregnant.
3. The third came this morning and I asked Beau if I could share this one because I didn’t want him to be embarrassed by it. He chuckled and said it was fine. I then said, “You’d never do something like that anyway.” But he paused and smiled and said, “Actually, I think I would.” And then we laughed because he just might.
Anyway, this one was about our wedding, except this version was doubled. In that we had two weddings/receptions because there were too many people to accommodate in just one. And we combined the ceremony into the reception, so the guests were seated at tables alongside the aisle and eating their meals while Beau and I went through the ceremony rituals.
At some point during the second wedding/reception, there was some kind of weird break and Beau disappeared for a few minutes. While he was gone, I mingled at the tables. He reappeared with a teenage girl and a basketball and had changed out of his tuxedo pants into shorts. He still had the shirt and bow tie on. I heard chuckles from the other tables and turned to see him headed toward a basketball hoop. Confused, I went over to him. “You know we’re not done with the wedding, right?” I asked him. He just looked at me. “We need to finish the ceremony and then you can play basketball,” I said. “Go put your tuxedo pants back on.”
He left and I mingled some more. When I heard fresh chuckles I turned to see that he had returned, in his tuxedo pants, but had changed into a burgundy shirt. I just looked at him with a questioning look and my hands raised palms up, “What are you doing?” I was thinking. His face dropped into this completely perplexed and confused look that was so cute that I just started laughing in delight. That was when I woke up. And I woke up laughing.