Apparently, pregnancy hormones do funky things to your dreams.
Twice now, I have had dreams about violent, maurading dinosaurs. Yes, velociraptors straight out of Jurassic Park. The second time, they were rampaging through a furniture showroom full of people and it was up to me to take ’em out. They were only the size of large dogs, but had big ol’ T-rex heads and sharp, pointy teeth. I don’t want to describe exactly what dream-me had to do to protect everyone else.
Last night, I dreamt the I was moving back into the dorms at Rhodes, with a former roommate. This morning, I was describing the dream to CritterPa, and then he told me about his dream.
“I dreamt you gave birth,” he said.
“And..?” I said.
“It was a cat.”
So it’s not just me!