I hate it when I have weird dreams. Some dreams are weird and then some dreams are just weird. I had one of those really weird ones at some point before I woke up. When they're weird like this, I feel guilty, as if I have control over it or like I'm some kinda psychic soothsayer, which I know I am not.
I ran into somebody I know the other night that I never see. Haven't seen him in a number of years and it appeared, but, I'm not sure, that his other half was expecting. I don't know this for sure, but, she looked somewhat in the family way. I have learned, the hard way, that it's not always wise to ask this question and it's better to let the person bring it up, lest I come down with Foot In Mouth Disease (which I DID have an experience with that this week that I'll tell later)
So, I dream I'm at some sort of mall-type place. This person comes in and sees me and says "Come help me shop." (That was weird in and of itself. Nobody will ever ask me to be a Secret Shopper) We go into this baby store and I said "Are you having a baby?" He said that yes, he was. I immediately go into my know-it-all-about-babies spiel spewing forth every ounce of wisdom I know.
I asked him if they knew if it was a boy or girl and he said "girl" and began to cry. Not boo-hoo crying, but, a little teary. I continue my endless baby babble about how sweet it is he's emotional over having a baby, blah blah. Then he says "She has Lincoln's Disease." In the dream I didn't know what it was but it sounded bad so I cried right along with him.
I Googled "Lincoln's Disease" (where in the world did my subconscious come up with THAT one?) and best I can tell, it's another word for Marfan Syndrome, which is apparently very rare and very unlikely that this couple's baby would have it.
I doubt this individual reads this blog, but, if he does, I'm sorry I had a dream that your baby has a disease. If y'all aren't 'spectin....I'm sorry I thought she looked pregnant. She may just be like me and needs to do a little time on the treadmill and start counting them Weight Watcher points a little closer.
Take a whiff of Sista Smiff and you'll come back for more, that's fo sho!
Sunday, July 09, 2006
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2 comments:
I always dream my teeth are falling out.
I have no idea why.
Spouse Guy and I both dreamed the other night that we ran into all of his sisters at one time at Kohl's. He doesn't get along with them, so it wasn't a pretty scene in either of our dreams. We now have our guard up in case the dream comes true.
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