Day 10 - A dream I had this past week described in detail...

I picked a great week to blog about a dream as I had a real doozy the other night. It must have been one of those nights where I had a really full day and then ate something too heavy later at night.

Anyway, my dream was one of those that kept morphing from one topic to another.

It started with me being pregnant. I was going in the hospital to have the baby, but Thomas wasn't anywhere to be found. I kept going in the elevator exiting each floor looking for him, but I kept missing him. I didn't want to have the baby without him.

When I went in to be prepped for surgery, I was being prepped for brain surgery instead of a c-section. I was completely calm about this, and didn't even seem to care that I was still pregnant and my husband was still missing. I remember hearing the doctor say, "Okay Michelle, remember that you can't ride your Harley without a helmet once we do this surgery." My response, "No problem - I'm going to wait until I heal to ride anyway." (LOL! Side note: I am scared to death of motorcycles.)

After my surgery, I begin looking for Thomas again, but he is still no where to be found. So, I drag myself out of the hospital (with head all bandaged up), and drive myself to Kentucky where I am going to be a jockey in the Kentucky Derby. (So, apparently since I couldn't ride my Harley without a helmet, I decided I'd take up horse racing instead - weird!) Oh, and I wasn't pregnant anymore either, but had no baby with me.

Anyone want to take a stab at analyzing it? Thomas wouldn't touch it. He isn't a very good built-in dream analysis therapist.