Since I actually got some sleep last night, I remembered much of a dream I was having. It played out like a very odd movie…

The first thing I recall is boarding a plane with Adam, Lidia and a baby girl. I do not know the baby’s name, however she appeared to be ours. I don’t think we had the boys in this dream. The next thing I know, we are in the air and there appears to be a someone on board hijacking the plane. I think “Oh boy, here we go again.” Yes, this hijacker was apparently familiar to me. I had been on one of his hijackings before. The hijackers seemed to be going around with a knife and cutting into the arms of the passengers as though they were looking for something. The odd thing (as though that’s not odd)? No one was bleeding.

So then, one hijacker tells the one in charge that he slipped something into the tea and over half of the people on the plane promptly pass out. We were not among them, and I discreetly attempt to open my cell phone and make a call. Suddenly one of the thugs comes down the aisle. I try to hide the phone, but he sees it and recognizes me. As he goes after my phone to try to pick it up, I look down, then up again and suddenly we are on a bus instead of a plane… yah.

Then the bus is suddenly veering off a short cliff and into water! I prepare myself by grabbing the baby, instructing Adam to grab Lidia and putting my hand on the emergency exit handle at the back of the bus. We swam to shore–the shore seemed to be some sort of resort or water park–and hastily exited. The water, luckily, was not deep. In fact, it really makes no sense that the bus I had supposedly been on was under water, yet when we got out, we almost walked to shore. Right.

Anyhoo, at some point now, Adam and Lidia leave the dream and it is me, the baby and a female friend (no clue who). We are wandering through stores trying to stay away from the bad guys, who are sure it was I who caused the bus to crash. We seemed to have stolen a stroller from somewhere. Just as we were trying to get enough money to make a phone call and get a bite to eat at a famous yellow submarine sandwich shop, a baby started fussing–no, for real. I woke up.

What the…?

I always think of my mom when I have weird dreams. Every time she relates a strange dream to me, she’ll say “I don’t know what I ate before I went to bed, but…”

I wonder if anyone’s ever done a study about that–eating late at night and it’s effect on dreams. It’s probably just a myth. There’s one for the Mythbusters…

On the real teething front, Liam has been a bear, trying to “bite” anything that comes near his mouth. He has a bump on his lower gum, so he’ll probably get his lower right tooth first, but it’s been itching to come out for a couple months now. I’m sure he (and all of us) will be glad when it finally makes it’s appearance and he can be happy again!

We were visiting my mother (nothing unusual, right?) but for some reason there were all these extra kids there. My mother, apparently, was doing Foster Care. I mean, yay mom and all, but come on? She’s kind of past the child rearing days. Anyhow. Whilst we were there, this little girl is dropped off that has this horrible case of lice!! I can see these critters crawling on the poor girl’s head. EEK. I know we then started doing things to treat this problem, however, that is really all of the dream I remember now.

I’ve never had the unfortunate luck to contract this particular brand of pest, however, my head itched for days just remembering this dream…

Ick.

Liam learned to walk at 7 months old. He didn’t even crawl first. One day he just crawled, pulled up on some furniture and walked. Huh.

Gavin, on the other hand, was still not able to roll over. Oy. Silly subconcious.

I just remembered something about a snow storm, too. Don’t know what that was about.

I just kept saying “This cannot possibly be right, how could he be so much bigger!!”

And then I thought, “He’s not going to fit into the outfit I brought for him….”

Then the phone rang and woke me up.

Bizarre.

Unfortunately, I waited too long to relate them because 2 of them are now eluding me and one has become vague.

In the one I do remember, somehow I became the Queen. Of where? I don’t know, but my Queendom was involved in a war. So there I am leading my troops to war, and one of the troops was my beloved King. In the midst of this battle (why the King and Queen were out fighting, I am not sure) from behind me, my love hugged me and kissed my cheek. In surprise, I turned around and he tumbles to the ground, pierced by an arrow that would take his life. Then all I felt was anguish and despair. It was like someone was ripping my heart from my chest and I couldn’t even sob to release the pain.

That is all I remember of this dream. But the feeling was real. I have these dreams occasionally, in some story or another where Adam is gone and I am left in anguish. I suppose on some level that is a fear of mine. Things like that happen (well, not the arrow part, but tragedies that end lives). I do not dwell on it, but it is in my subconcious. I just thank my stars every day that we are all together, happy and healthy.

Time to move on from that melancholy subject.

On the subject of dreams, there is a dream that I had weeks ago that I think I may jot down. This was the dream that inspired me to start writing down my dreams, for its sheer bizarreness and vividness. I may as well write it down before I start forgetting details.

Now, on some levels this dream was upsetting, on others–just plain weird–almost humorous.

The first scene that I remember, Adam and I are in Russia. We are in some sort of transportation center. I never understood whether it was a train station, an airport or what. We were standing in this crowd of people, waiting for our chance to leave this place. I was in tears. For some reason I did not catch, we had been made to bring Lidia back to Russia. We, of course, were devestated by this. We were being forced to go home now.

Standing in this room, among the other travellers, are a bunch of Russian women (dressed like stewardesses), holding dry erase markers and on the back wall was a Dry Erase board. There were things written on the board, but it was Russian, so we could not understand. We were struggling to figure out what was going on and what we needed to do in order to get to our form of transportation. Apparently it had something to do with the White board in the back. All the other passengers had done their thing and were loading on to this tram that was going to take them to their plane (train? space ship?) and we nearly missed our spot on the tram, but finally a woman helped us and we were able to board.

Well instead of taking us to our transportation, this tram does an about face and takes us to a huge warehouse like building instead. At which point a Russian man ordered us to get off the tram and informed us that we would be living here now for the rest of our lives (in the warehouse). The travellers were understandably upset, but he left and closed the doors.

The next thing I recall is some random Russians came back and informed us that they were in fact Aliens. (the Outer Space kind). Great, the Russians are aliens. They then informed us that we would be allowed to go into the warehouse next door and pick out furniture to make ourselves more comfortable here. Adam and I were specifically notified that we needed to pick out cribs for the twins that will be arriving. As we were shuffling around this furniture room, I noticed a door was open to the outside, and a truck was parked nearby. Great! Our way out! The next thing I know, we are running out the door and jumping into the truck, with the intent of getting Lidia back, exposing the aliens and going home. Then I woke up.

Apparently my subconcious brain things there is some sort of alien conspiracy or something going on in Russia. Not sure where that is coming from.

As a disclaimer, this was only a dream and no offense should be taken by my Russian friends–I do not believe you are aliens. You are a lovely people :) I am just a weirdo with strange dreams…

So anyway, last night (this morning?) I remember a few bits and pieces from my dream. Apparently, in this dream, some miscellaneous friends and I attended this HUGE high school. (Why do I still dream so much about high school?). A few real friends were there from HS (Kristen, Mysi, Teresa) and a few people who were supposed to be friends whom I could not identify. It was after dark and we were breaking into the school, seemingly with the intention of changing something that was going to happen in the future. It was supposed to be just us, but as we were there setting up, or whatever.

Then all the the sudden a bunch of other people start coming in. Weird random people. A sports team comes in and heads to the gym to play basketball. Strange people in black leather and motocycles, some guy carrying a kiddie pool, various animals… Lots of strange beings. The next parts of the dream I don’t remember as clearly. I know we were running about, taking elevators and trying to get people to leave so we could finish up and whatever we were trying to prevent would be prevented. Then at some point, our job became covering up all of the evidence. So here we are chasing out goats, dumping water from the kiddie pool and cleaning up after the barage of odd people that seemed to be milling about while we were doing all of this. We also spent time removing video tapes from security cameras and the like. Finally it gets to be morning and the next thing I remember is coming in to the principal standing there with Teresa. Teresa is trying to look ashamed but there is a grin on her face. Apparently, one tape was missed but the only thing on it was something silly that did not convey what had happened the night before. It seems we were successful in changing the future and had only gotten detention out of it. All in a days’ work, I suppose.

Seriously, I marvel at my the things my subconcious brain comes up with…